heart-full

I feel like an artist in the Louvre when I'm at the beach, and between watching the ocean, which is always fascinating, and the women, who are more than fascinating, and the combination of the two which is beyond words, I am so heart-full, so engaged with what I'm seeing, there is almost no room in me for me!

Printing: On Women, Love, Sex and Art 2010

I feel like an artist in the Louvre when I'm at the beach, and between watching the ocean, which is always fascinating, and the women, who are more than fascinating, and the combination of the two which is beyond words, I am so heart-full, so engaged with what I'm seeing, there is almost no room in me for me!

OpEdNews - Diary: On Women, Love, Sex and Art 2010

He was a short, plain little man, but his beaming smile hid the ugliness, and made the face tell that he was true and kind and good, and the eyes seemed to think it best to tell their own tale, in case the smile alone might not be trusted, and they glistened and shone, and told of every kindly thought and feeling of which the little man carried a big heart-full.

Little Folks (October 1884) A Magazine for the Young Various

And how many brave hands of English mothers, white and delicate, coarse and toil-worn, do not demand the wondering, heart-full homage of us all?

The Red Planet William John Locke 1896

Her enthusiastic burst ended in a gush of heart-full tears, and she hid her face on the coat sleeve until they were shed; Griffith in the mean time touching her partly bent head caressingly with his hand, but remaining silent because he could not trust himself to speak.

Vagabondia 1884 Frances Hodgson Burnett 1886

"Thank you a whole heart-full," said Dotty, springing off the sofa;

Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple Sophie May 1869

"No, dear," replied the heart-full mother, in a subdued voice.

Woman's Trials 1847

The fresh sea-breeze restored something of the colour of former days to her cheeks, the old buoyancy to her spirits; here she might talk her heart-full of loving nonsense to her baby; here it was all her own; no father to share in it, no nursemaid to dispute the wisdom of anything she did with it.

Sylvia's Lovers — Complete Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell 1837

The fresh sea-breeze restored something of the colour of former days to her cheeks, the old buoyancy to her spirits; here she might talk her heart-full of loving nonsense to her baby; here it was all her own; no father to share in it, no nursemaid to dispute the wisdom of anything she did with it.

Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 3 Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell 1837

Eating a soft-boiled egg with Mark next door, talking about heart-full things.

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