Quotes About Heart

Actually, this seems to be the basic need of the human heart in nearly every great crisis — a good hot cup of coffee.

Lord, I cannot walk in the narrow path. Do Thou Thyself come to me and fill my heart and keep my feet.

That of all people, it should be him; that took her aback. That the heart should settle on somebody like him; that surprised her. But she was so certain about it, so certain.

every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18)

Do not act meanly, do not be unkind, because the time for setting things right may pass before your heart changes course. Isabel Dalhousie

This is a city of shifting light, of changing skies, of sudden vistas. A city so beautiful it breaks the heart again and again.

She had so much love to give - she had always felt that - and now there was somebody to whom she could give this love, and that, she knew, was good; for that is what redeems us, that is what makes our pain and sorrow bearable - this giving of love to others, this sharing of the heart.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art,No language, but the language of the heart.

Men, some to business take, some to pleasure take; but every woman is at heart a rake

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ; Survey the WHOLE, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind; .... In wit, as nature, what effects our hearts Is not th'exactness of peculiar parts; 'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!

I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.

The Church, if it is to be the Church, must be the revelation of that divine Love which God "poured out into our hearts." Without this love nothing is "valid" in the Church because nothing is possible. The content of Christ's Eucharist is Love, and only through love can we enter into it and be made its partakers.

Reason's icy intimations, and records of a heart in pain.

You can't make yourself fall in love, just as you can't choose who you fall in love with.

if you love someone your heart will always remember them. Even if the mind doesn't, the heart never forgets.

Things happen that you don't expect, like I never expected to fall in love with you.

Just some small, random act of kindness – something seemingly inconsequential. Like a smile from a stranger, or a song on the radio, or a beautiful sunset . . . or the barista giving you a love heart on your coffee.

I do think the heart can balance out the mind, if your heart is in a good place it can give you the strength to do the right thing and behave the right way and overcome the mind.

When you put the interest of a kid on money instead of heart then you're destroying the beauty of our lives and our thought process, which should be about how much responsibilities you carry as an athlete and a citizen.

Creatures of clay, vain dwellers in the dust, lonely, we roam like the cloud, the wind, the wave, and all we see is a shadow of things unseen, and time that comes to flee Is but the broken echo of a rhyme In heart's great epic of Eternity.

We are the beat of nature's heart, the earth is our heaven and the sun our breath, through our heart journey's the eternity unfolds and encircles us with her gentle hands, there is no end or return, no answer, just one spark flickers.