I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.
A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.
That proves you are unusual,? returned the Scarecrow; ’and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.
Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. – Wizard.
Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
How very wet this water is.
“You have some queer friends, Dorothy,” she said. “The queerness doesn’t matter, so long as they’re friends,” was the answer.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!
Everything has to come to an end, sometime.
Never give up. No one knows what’s going to happen next.
Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.
How can you talk if you haven’t got a brain? I don’t know, but some people without brains do an awful lot of talking.
A baby has brains, but it doesn’t know much. Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience you are sure to get.
You people with hearts,? he said once, ’have something to guide you, and need never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very careful.
If I had a heart.
Do not, I beg of you, dampen today’s sun with the showers of tomorrow.
We dare not harm this little girl,” he said to them, “for she is protected by the Power of Good, and that is greater than the Power of Evil. All we can do is carry her to the castle of the Wicked Witch and leave her there.
This is the way to get ideas: never to let adverse circumstances discourage you, but to believe there is a way out of every difficulty, which may be found by earnest though.
Don’t tell anyone I’m a poet; they might want me to write a book. Don’t tell ’em I can sing, or they’d want me to make records for that awful phonograph. Haven’t time to be a public benefactor, so I’ll just sing you this little song for your own amusement.
Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. “The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do?