Quotes About Heart

A frightened sorrow has closed down over my heart.

There is more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this not only strengthens their infirmity and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.

Pacific Grove benefits by one of those happy accidents of nature that gladden the heart, excite the imagination, and instruct the young.

God's time is slow, patient, and kind and welcomes friendship; it is a way of being in the fullness of time that is not determined by productivity, success, or linear movements toward personal goals. It is a way of love, a way of the heart.

He tries to picture how it will end, with an empty baseball field, a dark factory, and then over a brook in a dirt road, he doesn't know. He pictures a huge vacant field of cinders and his heart goes hollow.

We dress our garden, eat our dinners, discuss the household with our wives, and these things make no impression, are forgotten next week; but in the solitude to which every man is always returning, he has a sanity and revelations, which in his passage into new worlds he will carry with him. Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!

What's this about you being married?" "Well, I was. Still am." He regrets that they have started talking about it. A big bubble, the enormity of it, crowds his heart. It's like when he was a kid and suddenly thought, coming back from somewhere at the end of a Saturday afternoon, that this—these trees, this pavement—was life, the real and only thing.

Ever since his heart attack there is a gnawing in his stomach whose cause he can't locate until he realizes it is the terror of being trapped inside his perishing body, like being in a prison cell with a madman who might decide to kill him at any moment

Your heart lifts forever through that blank sky.

It's five-sixths muscle memory, as you know. When muscle memory takes over, the heart can start to sing its song. Until then, you're stymied. You're just going through the motions.

An interesting aspect of Cayce's teachings on faith is that he perceived virtue as a fruit of faith. (262-18) As one lives in faith, one's heart and mind become increasingly virtuous. He added that a virtuous heart and mind are a fertile field for a spiritual understanding about self and life. This understanding would naturally arise with one whose faith gives life to virtue, which in turn gives life to a greater understanding.

Grief is about a broken heart, not a broken brain. All efforts to heal the heart with the head fail because the head is the wrong tool for the job. It's like trying to paint with a hammer—it only makes a mess.

The love of literature, of language, of the mystery of the mind and heart showing themselves in the minute, strange, and unexpected combinations of letters and words, in the blackest and coldest print—the love which he had hidden as if it were illicit and dangerous, he began to display, tentatively at first, and then boldly, and then proudly.

if you love two people at the same time, choose the second. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second.

You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.

Dine augo dei opnar mitt hjarta og seier at livet finst til Dine augo dei opnar mitt hjarta og gjer at eg nok ein gong vil

If you can't entirely trust what you think, what about trusting awareness? What about trusting your heart? What about trusting your motivation to at least do no harm? What about trusting your experience until it's proven to be inaccurate — and then trusting that discovery?

You certainly have to be ready for meditation. You have to come to it at the right time in your life, at a point where you are ready to listen carefully to your own voice, to your own heart, to your own breathing

Mindfulness has been called the heart of Buddhist meditation.

Ultimately, I see mindfulness as a love affair — with life, with reality and imagination, with the beauty of your own being, with your heart and body and mind, and with the world.

Meaningful prayer is a matter of the heart, not the eloquence of the words.

As believers, our reaction to crisis reveals our heart toward God.

Reason and Faith are no more antithetical than the mind and the heart, for neither one exists or has meaning without the other". ~R. Alan Woods [2012]

It is the heart that is unsure of its God that is afraid to laugh.