Quotes About Heart

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart, As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights, Ere fitly I could hope to play my part. Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier's art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also

But deep this truth impress'd my mind: Thro' all His works abroad, The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.

But they were still warriors. Their hearts beat as resolutely as when they stormed the beaches on Pacific islands, as when they fought across Europe, and as when they tried to stay warm in the snows of Korea. They were ready to march.

Pluck my heart From my flesh And eat it.....

It's amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks.

we live for the quiet, intimate moments that mark not our calendars but our hearts:

Life is about heart. Yours is as big as any kid's I've ever coached. Don't you ever forget that.

Keep my heart tender (2 Kings 22:19), easily impressed with your word and providence, touched with an affectionate concern for your glory, and sensitive to every impulse of your Spirit.

Cuando amas a alguien con la razón, el amor no puede ser constante. Cuando amas a alguien con el corazón, el amor siempre está ahí, como lo está la comprensión.

Un pensamiento puede llegar a ser un sentimiento y un sentimiento puede llegar a ser un pensamiento.

La ambición del corazón es pura. No compite con nadie y no hace daño a nadie. De hecho, le sirve a uno de tal manera que sirve a otros al mismo tiempo.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept and accept the end Of a love or a season?

I had not taken the first step in knowledge; I had not learned to let go with the hands, As still I have not learned to with the heart. And have no wish to with the heart—nor need. That I can see. The mind—is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind— Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

The heart will turn to a prune if love is always by the numbers. How will you know if someone really loves you if they only meet your expectations and not your needs?

If the dream is held close to the heart, and imagination is applied to what there is close at hand. Everything is still possible.

the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea. As