Quotes About Heart

when a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

There it sat, perfect as a fresh-laid egg on the dead sea bottom, the only nucleus of light and warmth in hundreds of miles of lonely wasteland. It was like a heart beating alone in a great dark body. He felt almost sorrowful with pride, gazing at it with wet eyes.

Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest.

The blows of his heart might jar him loose, crash him down, but he was glad to hear them, know himself alive.

yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.

His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.

When a man talks from the heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

No podemos determinar el momento concreto en que nace la amistad. Como al llenar un recipiente gota a gota, hay una gota final que lo hace desbordarse, del mismo modo, en una serie de gentilezas hay una final que acelera los latidos del corazón.

You can only go with loves in this life.

His destiny is in his genes. He can no more ignore this call, this summons, than he can ignore the beating of his heart. So it is with Man's becoming more than he now is. Not Superman, assuredly, for that name has been contaminated with misuse. But a creature with a superb destiny.

And when a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

Montag sentiu que o livro eu escondera batia como um outro coração contra o seu peito.

If the Law is the "key of knowledge" to effective evangelism, pick it up from the pages of Scripture. Then, as God gives you opportunity, try it in the hearts of men. Twist and turn it. Then listen as a seared and dormant conscience falls in-line with its golden dictates. Watch in wonder as the door upon which the Savior has knocked opens to let the light of the glorious Gospel of Christ shine on the sinner's darkened soul."-Ray Comfort

Confess the truth until it moves from head to heart." -Ray Comfort

The Promised Land is not a place to be conquered by armies and solidified by displacing other people. The Promised Land is a corner in the heart.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put it's trust in life!

Mistah Kurtz--he dead.

The wicked people were gone, but fear remained.Fear always remains. A man may destroy everything within himself, love and hate and belief, and even doubt; but as long as he clings to life the cannot destroy fear: the fear, subtle, indestructible, and terrible, that pervades his being; that tinges his thoughts; that lurks in his heart; what watches on his lips the struggle of his last breath.

It was a great peace, as if the earth had been one grave, and for a time I stood there thinking mostly of the living who, buried in remote places out of the knowledge of mankind, are still fated to share in its tragic or grotesque miseries. In its noble struggles too -- who knows? The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world. It is valient enough to bear the burden, but where is the courage that would cast it off?

sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart,—its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

and Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too, ebbing, ebbing out of his heart into the sea of inexorable time.

It was rather like a forced-on numbness of spirit. The long, long stress of a gale does it; the suspense of the interminably culminating catastrophe; and there is a bodily fatigue in the mere holding on to existence within the excessive tumult; a searching and insidious fatigue that penetrates deep into a man's breast to cast down and sadden his heart, which is incorrigible, and of all the gifts of the earth - even before life itself - aspires to peace.

The human heart is a vast enough to contain all the world. It is valiant enough to bear the burden, but where is the courage that would cast it off?

Por esa razón afirmo que Kurtz era un hombre notable. Él tenía algo que decir. Lo decía. Desde el momento en que yo mismo me asomé al borde, comprendí mejor el sentido de su mirada, que no podía ver la llama de la vela, pero que era lo suficiente amplia como para abrazar el universo entero, lo suficiente penetrante como para introducirse en todos los corazones que baten en la oscuridad. Había resumido, había juzgado. «¡El horror!».