Quotes About Heart

Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

Then Rachel said, Mama used to tell me that God saw everything, knew everything, even what was in our hearts. Yes, Catherine agreed, especially there. So, He'd know, wouldn't he, what kind of pain was in your mama's heart when she took that medicine. She didn't wait for a reply. So why can't you trust that God knows enough not to blame her for what she did.

She laughed at that, and finally accepted the gift. "Thank you," she said, bowing, "for your kampana." This was a Buddhist term that spoke of when "good people's hearts are moved" to do a compassionate act. "May I ask the name of our benefactor?

You've got to sing like you don't need the money Love like you'll never get hurt Dance like there's nobody watching It's got to come from the heart if you want it to work

Love is natural. Cynicism is learned. Come home.

Do it because you would, not because you should.

La respuesta al terrorismo, personal y global, se encuentra en su propio lugar de origen: el corazón asustado. El terrorismo terminará cuando nos neguemos a vivir aterrorizados.

There are few drugs, Clothahump mused, that can numb both the heart and the mind. Among them grief is the most powerful.

The Tlel might have skinny arms and funny-shaped heads, an overcome Flinx reflected somberly, but there was no disputing the size of their hearts.

This land, like so much of the French countryside, was a painting, but Mercier felt his heart touched with melancholy and realized, not for the first time, that beautiful places were hard on lonely people.

Lewis passionately believed that education is not about providing information so much as cultivating "habits of the heart"—producing "men with chests," as he puts it in his book The Abolition of Man, that is, people who not only think as they should but respond as they should, instinctively and emotionally, to the challenges and blessings the world offers to them.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Tis Dante I prefer. In his Inferno he suggests the one true path from Hell lies at its very heart... ...and that in order to escape, we must instead go further IN.

I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart. I am rain. I cannot be contained

I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart. I am a rain. I cannot be contained. Free of Life, how then shall I be shackled? Free of Time, how then shall History be my cage? I am a wave, an influence. Who then shall be made safe from me?

Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

Have no doubt it is fear in the land. For what can men do when so many have grown lawless? Who can enjoy the lovely land, who can enjoy the seventy years, and the sun that pours down on the earth, when there is fear in the heart? Who can walk quietly in the shadow of the jacarandas, when their beauty is grown to danger? Who can lie peacefully abed, while the darkness holds some secret? What lovers can lie sweetly under the stars, when menace grows with the measure of their seclusion?

We are grateful for the saints, he says, who lift up the heart in the days of our distress. Would we do less? For do we less, there are no saints to lift up any heart. If Christ be Christ he says, true Lord of Heaven, true Lord of Men, what is there that we would not do no matter what our suffering may be?

In the box, there was a heart. In his head, there was a voice. It said, Good.

Tell me: do you ever actually remember having a heart, or were you born dead?

The mathematical challenge of finding the greatest good can expand the heart. Empathy opens the mind to suffering, and math keeps it open.

There is at the heart of Romanticism an urge to withdraw into oneself in order to then transcend the boundaries of that self and connect with nature and the larger order.