Quotes About Heart

We come together, we create our families, we chose our mates out of the desire to form a life together. Love takes many forms, wears many faces, but when it's real, when it touches your heart, you will know it and--with hope--embrace it. Love is stronger than hate, love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than all artificial divisions that exist n our world.

Some love one, some love two. I love one, and that is you."

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there;

Shakespeare cared little for the State, the source of all our judgments, apart from its shows and splendours, its turmoils and battles, its flamings out of the uncivilized heart.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.

If a powerful and benevolent spirit has shaped the destiny of this world, we can better discover that destiny from the words that have gathered up the heart's desire of the world, than from historical records, or from speculation, wherein the heart withers.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

Where by books go by W.B. Yeats All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken'd or starry bright.

The practice of yoga has been an amazing tool to actually unearth where my inspiration lives inside my body and mind and heart.

When humanity will reach its goal, regarding the success of the bodies, namely they will reach the perfect level of love for one another, then all the bodies will unite to one body and one heart, and only then all the hoped for happiness at its highest peak, will be revealed to humanity.

I stopped and listened. But all I could hear was.. a kind of thudding, and not in me but somewhere near me... my heart.

I felt I hadn't breathed since early morning, that my heart had not beat-and only now for the first time I took a breath, only now the floodgates in my chest opened...

Does everyone have a pain that can be wrested from within only along with their heart, and does everyone have to do something before....

The crowdedness of family life and the faithfulness of solitude - both brave decisions, or both decisions of cowardice - make little dent, in the end, on the profound and perplexing loneliness in which every human heart dwells.

The moment you admit someone into your heart you make yourself a fool,

Lucky she was, she would reply, with no children to break her back, no husband to break her heart.

Is the wish to escape suffering selfish? It is considered so with suicide. But even less extreme escapes leave wounds in others' lives. The Death of the Heart is not only a study of selfishness, but also a study of the struggle to escape suffering. To whom the damage is done no one wants to ask. This is the question that unsettles me more: Is suffering selfish?

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

I'll lock my heart away deeper .. if I do that .. I won't have to feel pain outside or inside .. or the fear I won't have to feel anything at all !

O sonho volta para dentro da realidade. A realidade, para dentro do sonho. E... a verdade... para dentro do coração. É o coração que dá forma à pessoa. Quando cada um, voluntariamente, criar a imagem de si mesmo... todos recuperarão sua forma humana.

Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.

The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart: The proud to gain it toils on toils endure, The modest shun it, but to make it sure.

Don't ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak.

Evangelicals have like millions of rules. And it's just, uh, we have sort of an accepted, rationalism within which we frame religion. And we think that belief, intellectually, is of the same as relationship. And in our Western family conversation, that's become an incredible impediment toward actual wholeness, where the heart and the head are aligned and relationship -- with not just God but with each other.