Quotes About Heart

Let's ask for the grace to be in awe of the God who, when he opened the door of his life to us, had this word consistently on his lips, remembering that even though we have no right to expect anything from him he is pleased to give us everything. He is pleased to open his heart and life to us precisely because he is the God of hesed.

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.

There is no end of things in the heart. ...she understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream. A mission. Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in those secret folds. Always. It is all part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart.

There is a dark cloud that is hiding the Beloved of my heart and I long to plunge myself into His divine Being, but I am unable to do so." She experienced no consolation. Nor did that matter. What really counted was that her heavenly Bridegroom was with her still

Human hearts love one day but are indifferent the next. God alone doesn't change.

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.

The only indestructible palace is in the heart.

No true love is possible, Lewis demonstrates, until we abandon our claims, our rights, our grievances. Until then we will be trapped in the obscurity of our heart's mixed motives, our will to possess, to control, to be our own gods.

Do not hate them. They do not know they are evil. They are blind. If you hate them, if you kill them in your heart, they will not die. They will rise up again and again within you, and they will kill your heart.

Love bursts forth from the springs of the heart as raw material. It takes many shapes. It asks us to go forth and die, over and over again. It always asks this terrible price. It wants our life—all of it. Then gives it back again.

There is no need for a doctor. But I would like to lie down for a while. I need to pray. The Eucharist is such a consolation to me. The Lord is so beautiful, so beautiful. He deserves so much more from us. We are so poor! Our little hearts are so poor! Love is not loved, Father Elijah. Love is not loved.

His revulsion was overcome by love welling up within his heart.

Ah no, you desire the humblest coin, and stamped upon it the word Beauty. MONK Long past are the days when once I thought this coin would ransom the heart of a dark age.

He knows the human heart cannot resist a cry of "Why" when innocence is ruined;

Not being warm is a training?" "Yes, it is." "It seems a very cold religion." "Things are warmer on the inside than the outside. There are moments when the face of the Beautiful One is before us, in the eyes of the heart. There is an embrace that is all Love. It is worth everything—everything.

He had become like a son to Pawel because Pawel had no wife or child, and because Pawel was a prince without a kingdom, who searched within himself for a father's heart.

Freedom of the heart has a price, Aleksandr", Father Serafim continued in an unhurried tone. "To face the darkness within oneself is part of it.

You are the heart of the world. I place my trust in You." Cling to Me in everything that is about to happen. You will bear many more wounds for My sake. "You are my life." You are My friend and disciple. Elijah.

He concluded that at worst, his heart was still rooted in selfish desire; at best, he was seeking not so much a specific person as love itself.

A good point, my son. But it underlines the fact that those who do not live in the power of the Holy Spirit are most vulnerable. Even believers can reduce the Faith to a philosophical system. They can retain the exterior forms of religion and lose its heart.

When everything is stripped down to its essential form, our faith is a belief in One who loves us; in Jesus, true God and true man, the only Christ, dwelling in the heart of His Church; in Him who was, who is, and who is to come—in You, O Lord! That is why our home is the universal Church, the throne on which you reign, a Church that is within time and yet outside of time.

Perhaps there are places within us, places of true home, that do not yet exist and are carved from the stone of our hearts only by suffering. Perhaps. Who will tell me if this is true? For if it is not, then I am subject to the cruelest delusion of all. Yet, if I were to know, I would cease to be vulnerable, and I might make my home in exile.

For those who suffer disposal, the cost is their very lives. For those of us who survive, there is a creeping indifference to anything other than one's own survival, which results in increased selfishness, hardness of heart, denial—which in the long range will bring about the devaluation of self. To counter this devaluation, therefore, one flees into pride of accomplishment. Isn't what we do the defining measure of selfhood in our society?

Oh, how beautiful is the heart of Jesus! How beautiful that he loves us in our foolishness, he who suffered so much for us. Now our poor world grows indifferent to what he gave, though not all. We still find many who are not blind.