Quotes About Heart

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.

Amamos lo que amamos, la razón no entra en juego. En muchos aspectos, el amor más insensato es el amor más verdadero.

Las canciones eligen su momento y su estación. Si tu instrumento suena a lata, suele haber una razón. El tono de una tonada es la voz de tu corazón, y de un pozo enlodazado no sacarás agua clara. Si no dejas que el cieno se asiente, sonarás áspero como rota campana» .

Elodin nodded. "It is a lovely name," he said politely. "And it suits you." "It does," she agreed. "It is like having a flower in my heart.

And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart...

El poder de su visión era tal que podía leer los corazones de los hombres como si fueran libros de gruesas letras.

Tu es le vin doux dans ma bouche, la chanson dans ma gorge et la rire dans mon coeur.

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. Stanchion

pero, ¿qué importa 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 al bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto.

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." I

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.

He understood how grief can twist a heart, how passions drive good men to folly.

Sin embargo —cavilación enigmática—, si alguna vez he conocido a alguien que no tenía ni una sola sombra en su corazón, seguramente debía de ser un niño demasiado pequeño para hablar. —Se

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.

Un poeta es un músico que no sabe cantar. Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón, y la mente de algunos hombres es lamentablemente pequeña. La música llega al corazón por pequeña o acérrima que sea la mente de quien la escucha.

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 how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens." My

So spoke Grenouille the Great and, while the peasantry of scent danced and celebrated beneath him, he glided with wide-stretched wings down from his golden clouds, across the nocturnal fields of his soul, and home to his heart.

Su corazón era un castillo de púrpura situado en un pedregoso desierto, oculto tras las dunas y rodeado de un oasis pantanoso y de siete murallas de piedra. Soló volando se podía acceder a él.

Palpitava-lhe a extraordinária sensação de que esse aroma seria a chave para ordenar todos os aromas, que não entenderia nada de aromas se não se tivesse entendido esse; e ele Grenoiulle teria desperdiçado a vida se não conseguisse pegá-lo. Precisava tê-lo, não pela mera posse, mas para sossego do seu coração.

He had to hold his body very still, very still, like some vessel about to slosh over from too much motion. Gradually he managed to get control of his breathing. His excited heart beat more steadily; the pounding of the waves inside him subsided slowly. And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusky reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened, and he entered. The next performance in the theatre of his soul was beginning.

I've heard that the way to someone's heart is through their stomach. It's not the only way, although you do have to make sure to go to your right and toward the head. And it does save the trouble of having to crack open the rib cage.

I believed in my heart that despite politics, the United States would always do the right thing. My mind believed different, so I had made it sit quietly in the corner.

Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?

I climb the side of a volcano carved from ice, heat drawn from the well of devotion that is the female heart.