Quotes About Heart

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to-that's a good place to start, right?

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart.

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to—that's a good place to start, right?

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that." My

For sure, the last thing I was going to write to her was All I want for Christmas is you.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's not getting over that.

If you could offer me a guarantee, Ely, a guarantee that the hurt that makes my heart feel like a boulder sitting inside my chest, beatless, if I knew this hurt would eventually go away and I could feel hope again - for me, for you, for us - then maybe my lips could unlock now and we could get on with this. The End.

The important people in your lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart.

My grandmother, Ester said, wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny....

My grandmother," Ester said, "wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny. She said she wished the Englishman's eyes to see her ever in beauty and joy, and never as something pitiable, for his memory of her was her greatest treasure.

Some women, Ester, like to believe their hearts are made of glass, which must shatter if they so much as think of a sin. Oh Ester, shatter

She'd been wrong to think the universe cold, and only the human heart driven by desire. The universe itself was built of naught but desire, and desire was its sole living god.

Can you imagine, Lizabeta chided me for my anger? I, who was nursed on her sorrow. Yet she said she'd not succeeded with me—for she'd hoped to teach me to despise a prison, be it made at the hand of the Inquisition or by my own heart.

She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny.

I remade my heart. I learned to conduct myself in love so it could not betray me.

It was the very shape of the world that defeated our love. There is no bitterness in my heart. Only sorrow.

And she'd felt an opening in her chest where she hadn't known anything was closed.

No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be what others have been, an instrument that I can break before becoming the echoes of its vibration.

Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.

Morgana hat viel erlebt, und durch die Jahrtausende weise geworden, blieb es doch im Herzen ein Kind. Es ist bis heute noch kindlich genug, Neuem gegenüber Verwunderung zu empfinden. Und wer im Herzen ein Kind bleibt, wird vom Leben mit Wundern belohnt.

Although her eyes are neither golden nor heavenly blue, Terri Stambaugh has the vision of an angel, for she sees through you and knows your truest heart, but loves you anyway, in spite of all the ways that you have fallen from a state of grace.

Believing isn't wishing, Grady. What you know with your heart is the only thing you really ever know.

Home is where you struggle, in a world of endless struggle, to become the best you can be, and it becomes home in your heart only if one day you can look back and say that, in spite of all your faults and failures, it was in this special place where you began to see, however dimly, the shape of your soul.

Hope wasn't a cottage industry; it was neither a product that she could manufacture like needlepoint samplers nor a substance she could secrete, in her cautious solitude, like a maple tree producing the essence of syrup. Hope was to be found in other people, by reaching out, by taking risks, by opening her fortress heart.