The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

Nobody's heart is perfect.

The heart has its reasons which reason knoweth not.

Of course you don't know. Nobody knows why; we only know it's so, and can't tell why it's so.

No person can ever know everything that is in the heart of another. We are
all Face Dancers in our souls.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

The heart has its own reasons that reason can't understand.

Everybody has a heart. Except some people.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

It is beyond any man’s wisdom to judge the secret heart of another,” he said, “for in it are good and evil mixed.

Never say you know the last word about any human heart.

Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.