Quotes About Heart

Your face is my heart

Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart's blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and family, love.'She cast a lopsided smile at Jamie. 'And that's saying quite a bit.

I loved Frank...I loved him alot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body. I couldn't leave him. I couldn't.

Lord, he'd said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I'd heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn't what he'd meant at all—and the realization of what he had meant split my heart in two. I took his face between my hands, and wished so much that I had his own gift, the ability to say what lay in my heart, in such a way that he would know. But I hadn't.

She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.

And, Sassenach, he whispered, your face is my heart.

Ye lost your parents young, mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank"—his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it—"and of course ye love Brianna and Roger Mac and the weans Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but, Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.

You are my courage, as I am your Conscience, he whispered. You are my hear and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. And Sassenach, he whispered, Your face is my heart

Your face is my heart, Sassenach," he said softly, "and love of you is my soul. But you're right; ye canna be my conscience.

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that," I said, and my voice shook. "That's why I'm so afraid. I don't want to be half a person again, I can't bear it.

I love you," he murmured. "Oh, Bree, I do love you." She didn't answer, but a hand floated up from the dark and lay along his cheek, gentle as a tendril of seaweed. She kept it there while he took her, laid open in trust, while her other hand held his beating heart.

My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since the first time I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your hands here and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.

Feel my heart," he said. His voice sounded thick to his own ears. "Tell me if it stops.

Tu eÈ™ti curajul meu, aÈ™a cum eu sunt conÈ™tiinÈ›a ta, mi-a È™optit. Tu eÈ™ti inima mea, iar eu, compasiunea ta. Singuri, nu suntem întregi. Nu È™tiai asta, englezoaico?

An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie's heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed.

The words were before him, and yet I thought he wasn't reading them from the paper, but from the pages of his memory, from the open book of his heart.

But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts." And

Jamie stood quite still, feeling his heart beat, watching. It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no telling what made these moments different from any other, though he knew them when they came.

The room was dark with rainlight, though, and the roof thrummed overhead. The sound of it seemed inside his blood, like the beat of the bodhrana inside the night, like the beat of his heart in the forest.

Kalbin sesi, dudaklardan dökülen herhangi bir yeminden çok daha gürültülüdür.

But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts.

I swear by the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, and by the holy iron that I hold, to give ye my fealty and pledge ye my loyalty to the name of the clan MacKenzie. If ever my hand shall be raised against ye in rebellion, I ask that this holy iron shall pierce my heart.

His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away.