“Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.”
“And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.”
“I’ll keep your heart, Scar,” he whispered. “If you keep mine.”
“And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!”
“Well, he's history. You're free to meet the man of your dreams now.”
“...the heart's not an organ but a whisper in your head ...”