Quotes About Heart

amaban los arcángeles como los humanos? ¿O sus sentimientos eran más profundos, de esos que arrancaban sangre al corazón?

Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia's sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed it out and felt immediately better. "Right, Ellie, pack it away until your archangel gets home. Your focus is fixing this mess of Harrison's.

Si esto es la muerte, cazadora - le dijo a su mortal mientras el fuego de ángel se abría camino desde sus huesos hasta su corazón - te veré al otro lado.

Naasir was strong and fast and highly intelligent, but he was currently trapped in the heart of enemy territory, and that enemy did not fight according to any known rules of war.

Love has many guises, Thea. Sometimes it's a stroke of lightning as it was for your father, other times a slow building storm as it was for me, but the one thing that never changes is that it must be nurtured. You can't kick a heart and expect it not to flinch.

the E designation. We heal the mind and the heart. Sorrow, fear, pain, we help people navigate their way out of darkness.

We're all a little broken." Quiet. Potent. "No one goes through life with a whole heart.

A smile that made his need to kiss her almost unbearable, his heart doing things inside his chest that he was sure weren't in the least macho. He couldn't find it in himself to care, because when Charlotte smiled that way, it destroyed him.

Vaughn had never been this content. It was as if a missing part of him had come home, a part of that he'd been functionning without but, now that he's found it, the loss of which he'd never survive. Faith was inside him, held in the core of his animal heart, protected by every ounce of strength he had.

Instead of answering, Judd—having built up the correct focus—bent the muzzle of the gun downward, rendering it ineffective. The rebel Arrow threw it aside, hitting Judd with a telepathic blow at the same time … but Judd had his psychic hands in the cells of the male's heart. He shifted things enough to pinch a blood vessel.

Vuelve conmigo, Max —le dijo en voz queda. —¿Cómo voy a resistirme? —La miró con seriedad y le dio un beso con tal emoción que a Sophia le dolió el alma—. Tienes cautivo mi corazón.

Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia's sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be.

You have a huge heart, find room in it to be kind.

Sunshine. That's what she was. Sunshine. Bright. A thing of life. A thing that could burn. And this heart, it beat only for her. It could murder for her. For love. For Sunshine.

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body—but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

She'd sensed from the start that he was no angel. Still, he'd attracted her, the changeling heart of her sensing a strength in him that would complement and nurture her own.

But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart ... and the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen ...

Sadly, that's how life is—the moments are fleeting—in the next breath, they are just memories. And, at the end of our lives, we are left with only that—a collection of memories to warm our hearts, to give us direction, and to offer us a safe haven when the storms of life are overwhelming. But some don't even have that.

It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost forever. But without conscious instruction, memory had edited and enlarged the finest moments of his life and stored them like masterpieces in the private gallery of his personal history.

It was colder than a politician's heart that winter.

Perhaps, for some, love strikes like lightning, but for me, it crept upon me like a thief in the night. A very handsome thief, who has quite stolen my once-lonely heart.

I am not sorry, but this has hurt my heart and spirit more than all the other trials, for being forsaken is worse than being killed. (Sept 5, 1881)

Te quiero. ¿Podrás al menos tenerlo presente?

God has not left us on our own. Even though we have declared war on him deep in our hearts, he has declared peace with us. This friendship is made possible not because Jesus was born, but because Jesus would die.