Quotes About Heart

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Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón.

what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

there are two types of secrets. There are secrets of the mouth and secrets of the heart. Most secrets are secrets of the mouth. Gossip shared and small scandals whispered. These secrets long to be let loose upon the world. A secret of the mouth is like a stone in your boot. At first you're barely aware of it. Then it grows irritating, then intolerable.

Songs choose their hour and their own season. When your tune's tin, there is a reason. The tone of a tune is your heart's mettle, and there's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle, or you'll sound sour as a broken bell.

A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets.

Chronicler found himself thinking of a story he had heard. One of the many. The story told of how Kvothe had gone looking for his heart's desire. He had to trick a demon to get it. But once it rested in his hand, he was forced to fight an angel to keep it.

Sí, mi laúd tenía defectos, pero ¿qué importa eso cuando se trata de asuntos del corazón? Amamos lo que amamos. La razón no entra en juego. En muchos aspectos, el amor más insensato es el amor más verdadero. Cualquiera puede amar algo por algún motivo. Eso es tan fácil como meterse un penique en el bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto." - Kvothe

Otras veces se había quedado así, vacía como una cáscara de huevo. Hueca y con sensación de presión en el pecho en una oscuridad furiosa, la primera vez que le había oído tocar. Antes de que él le regalara su nuevo nombre, dulce y perfecto. Un trozo de sol que nunca la abandonaba. Era un bocado de pan. Una flor en su corazón.

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because.That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

She didn't fall, but oh, her heart went icy in her chest. She sat down hard upon the steps. Too numb to walk. Her heart was cold and white as chalk.

La sonrisa de Penthe era brillante como un penique nuevo. Era como agua fresca sobre mi reseco y cansado corazón.

It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

A silent bell that struck out love.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning." He paused and turned to looked at me, his brow furrowed. "I can't remember the rest of that. Can you?" "Never heard it before," I said. "But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

was the sort of anger that comes to a slow boil inside the hearts of good men who want justice, and finding it out of their grasp, decide vengeance is the next best thing. I

Secrets of the heart are different. They are private and painful, and we want nothing more than to hide them from the world. They do not swell and press against the mouth. They live in the heart, and the longer they are kept, the heavier they become ... Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

Remember this son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

I finally let my poor, tortured lute fall silent, remembering something my father had said long ago: 'Songs choose their hour and their own season. When your tune's tin, there is a reason. The tone of a tune is your heart's mettle, and there's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle or you'll sound sour as a broken bell.

Teccam claims it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

es mejor tener la boca llena de veneno que un secreto del corazón. Cualquier idiota sabe escupir el veneno, pero nosotros guardamos esos tesoros dolorosos. Tragamos para contenerlos todos los días, obligándonos a permanecer en lo más profundo de nosotros. Ahí se quedan, volviéndose cada vez más pesados, enconándose. Con el tiempo, no pueden evitar aplastar el corazón que los contiene.

Sur lui je ferai descendre la faim et le feu Jusqu'à ce qu'il connaisse L'abomination de la désolation. Et que tous les démons qui peuplent les ténèbres Comprennent enfin, avec stupeur, Que, sans répit, la vengeance Dévore le cœur de l'homme.

there are two types of secrets. There are secrets of the mouth and secrets of the heart. Most

I had forgotten how backward you are. My poet king was the same way. It took him a long, miserable time before he realized the truth of things: there is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.