Quotes About Heart

I answer the heroic question Death, where is they sting? with It is here in my heart and mind and memories.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

Loneliness is something the mind tells the heart and your emotions to feel. But God tells you you're never alone and your spirit & soul feels whole again.

A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.

Science can teach us, and I think our own hearts can teach us, no longer to look around for imaginary supports, no longer to invent allies in the sky, but rather to look to our own efforts here below to make this world a fit place to live in, instead

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

Being Indian is an attitude, a state of mind, a way of being in harmony with all things and all beings. It is allowing the heart to be the distributor of energy on this planet; to allow feelings and sensitivities to determine where energy goes; bringing aliveness up from the Earth and from the Sky, putting it in and giving it out from the heart.

A man can love you from the bottom of his heart, and still find room at the top for somebody he claimed was nobody.

Think of me fondly when we've said good bye. Remember me, once in a while. Please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me.

There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.

If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.

But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.

you can tell the most terrible truths if you first open the human heart with humor.

My kundalini noir ached. I am an undead immortal bloodsucker. I have no heart. No soul. So where did this hurt come from?

What I learned is that in business you must make decisions based on facts, not react with your heart.

Ahora lo sé. No te quiero por tu cara, ni por tus años, ni por tus palabras, ni por tus intenciones. Te quiero porque estás hecho de buena madera.

Porque yo tengo todo el cuadro mental y moral del suicida, menos la fuerza que se precisa para meterse un tiro en la sien. Tal vez el secreto resida en que mi cerebro tiene algunas necesidades propias del corazón, y mi corazón algunas exquisiteces propias del cerebro

Ahora lo sé. No te quiero por tu cara, ni por tus años, ni por tus palabras, ni por tus intenciones. Te quiero porque estás hecho de buena madera.»

Por eso pienso otra vez que el corazón es una cosa enorme que empieza en el estómago y acaba en la garganta.

A veces hay corazonadas de la razón que el corazón no entiende.

Mujer de sal y rocío tu corazón sigue en celo y tu voz está de duelo como la tierra y el río.

No me importa ser un átomo del último piojo de su Reino, pero me importa que Dios esté a mi alcance, me importa asirlo, no con mis manos, claro, ni siquiera con mi razonamiento. Me importa asirlo con mi corazón.

Ahí en el pecho, cerca de la garganta, ahí debe esta el alma.

Si el corazón se aburre de querer para qué sirve