Quotes About Heart

Annie] Sprinkle is a many-gendered mother of the heart. And many-gendered mothers of the heart say: Just because you have enemies doea not mean you have to be paranoid. They insist, no matter the evidence marshaled against their insistence: There is nothing you can throw at me that I cannot metabolize, no thing impervious to my alchemy.

A cold fear rinses down through his chest, encasing his heart in an instant, crackling frost.

Qu'as-tu vu? lui demande-t-il. - Rien. Ton cÅ"ur. - Ce n'est rien? dit-il, faussement outré. Rien? Comment peux-tu dire une chose pareille?" Elle lui sourit, fait semblant de sourire, mais il lui prend alors la main et la pose sur sa poitrine. "Et ce n'est pas mon cÅ"ur que tu as vu, lui dit-il. Mais le tien.

God blessed me with two unbelievable parents, and I am just like both of them. I have the smile and charisma of my mother and the big heart of my mom, because she wants to save the world and help the world, so I am just like her.

dwells in the silent chamber of the heart of everyone and everything.

Love heals: there is no infirmity of body, mind, heart or soul that can withstand unconditional love.

A loving heart finds joy in every moment. Nothing can resist its power for growth.

Culture of the mind must be subservient to the heart.

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

A poet need not trouble himself if he lies. He lies only in the matter of love, as the regions of the heart are open to tempting conquest.

If you asked me how many times you came in my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.

If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it. If it was a wall, I would tear it down, but it is my heart.

Descending to the earth, that strange intoxicating beauty of the unseen world, lurks in the elements of Nature. And the soul of man, who has attained the rightful balance, becoming aware of this hidden joy, straight away is enamoured and bewitched. And from this mystic marriage are born the poets' songs, inner knowledge, the language of the heart, virtuous living, and the fair child beauty. And the Great Soul gives to man as dowry, the hidden glory of the world.

His heart felt dangerously full, for the first time in years. That dried-up battered organ, suddenly flush with love. It could kill him.

no mide las palabras y de vez en cuando se va de la lengua y deja caer palabras envenenadas que corren por las venas, como un cáncer maligno, hasta llegar al corazón y matarlo.

Nu-i acoperi?i pieptul – A? vrea s? v?d dac? inima lui mai bate Acest trup trec?tor P?streaz? în el s?n?tatea Nemuritoare a unui întreg indestructibil Ce cânt? ?i merge Pe o melodie imposibil?. Înc? mai ascult cântecele sale Pe care nicio arm? nu le poate str?punge ?i nici focul nu le poate arde. Îl voi vedea înc? o dat? Dincolo de marea de lacrimi.

Îmi aranjez p?rul ?i, potrivindu-mi sari-ul, un cântec a început s? murmure în mine: "am nectar în inim?, îl dore?ti?

Reconciliation requires changes of heart and spirit, as well as social and economic change. It requires symbolic as well as practical action.

No se puede vivir sin amar

People think of faith as being something that you don't really believe, a device in helping you believe simply it. Of course that is quite wrong. As Pascal says, faith is a gift of God. It is different from the proof of it. It is the kind of faith God himself places in the heart, of which the proof is often the instrument... He says of it, too, that it is the heart which is aware of God, and not reason. That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not be reason.

No, the truth about love is this: if they'd missed the bus they would now be saying the same things about a person they met five minutes later on the Prom; their love was an accident; their lover just a nobody, gift-wrapped by their own imagination. There was nothing uncanny about it. They should have kept the drawbridge to their hearts closed; kept the moat free from weed.

You track with the heart, not the eyes. The eyes are easily deceived; easiest thing in the world to show something that isn't true and make people believe it.

The focus here is not on ritual itself, but on opening up something in hearts and spirits that has been locked away so long that individuals can barely remember the source.

A true community begins in the hearts of the people involved. It is not a place of distraction but a place of being.