Quotes About Heart

Now then, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to what I say. Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. (vv. 24–25)

People with greed lodged in their heart fear that God either can't or won't take care of them. More to the point, they're afraid that God won't take care of them in the fashion or style in which they want to be cared for. And the gap between what they suspect God might be willing to do and what they want becomes a major source of anxiety. So greedy people shoulder the burden to acquire and maintain everything they need to provide the sense of security they desire.

Your heart didn't arrive at its present condition overnight. It won't become healthy overnight either. You can't overcome in an instant the effects of years of blockage caused by guilt, anger, greed, and jealousy. Adopting new habits of the heart is a process, but it's a process that will yield some immediate results.

It is when our hearts are stirred that we become most aware of what they contain.

It takes a habit to break a habit. You can pray every day for a generous heart, but until you start acting in that direction, nothing's going to change.

Guilt rarely results in positive behavior. But gratitude? Great things flow from a heart of gratitude.

I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of the bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season.

How pleased I was to see I strick the Beast to the heart.

The heart's egoism sees itself suffering when it sees another suffering and so it learns sympathy, because it can put itself into another's place; then the heart comes a little way out of its egoism and tentatively encounters the world. But, before the prospect of its own suffering, the heart melts completely and retreats into egoism, again, to protect itself.

Justine's virtue, in action, is the liberal lie in action, a good heart and an inadequate methodology.

When the sun goes down, it is very cold and then I easily start crying because the winter moon pierces my heart The Smile of Winter

of paved highways and international sailing routes. God also prepared to fulfill His promise to the serpent in Eden: "I will put animosity between you and the woman, and between your descendant and her descendant; he will bruise your head, and you will bruise his heel" (Gen. 3:15). For God never sleeps, and though He may not communicate as we expect Him to, He can always speak to a receptive heart.

He was now entirely disillusioned and his whole life shattered. His heart's devotion had been at Mrs. Dean's feet, and she had found it trying.

And I sort of felt her...you know." Alan made an exaggerated shape of a heart. "You touched her heart?" Mike queried. "No! Her bum. It's sort of, you know, heart shaped. Big heart." He flexed his fingers, remembering the feel of it. "Soft.

But your heart muscle goes on working for as long as you live. It does not get tired, because there is a phase of rest built into every single heartbeat.

Pero las raíces (…) sólo se pueden arrancar con un pedazo de corazón, ¡y quién quiere que se lo arranquen sabiendo que ya nunca sanará! Sólo cuando está en juego el corazón entero y comienza a actuar el instinto de conservación, prefiere uno dejarse mutilar.

Music was an entry point, like a passport or a key that allows you through an invisible portal into the beating heart of the world. The collective heart that unites us . . . (in a unified field of consciousness, in the bodily experience of being animals in time) and also into the hearts of individuals . . . (into that person and that person). Music showed itself to me as a fractal way in.

My mother had comforted me with tales ever since I was small. Sometimes they helped me peel a problem like an onion, or gave me ideas about what to do; other times, they calmed me so much that I would fall into a soothing sleep. My father used to say that her tales were better than the best medicine. Sighing, I burrowed into my mother's body like a child, knowing that the sound of her voice would be a balm on my heart.

I want to ask you, as clearly as I can, to bear with patience all that is unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves, as if they were rooms yet to enter or books written in a foreign language. Don't dig for answers that can't be given you yet: you cannot live them now. For everything must be lived. Live the questions now, perhaps then, someday, you will gradually, without noticing, live into the answer. Worpswede, July 16, 1903 Letters to a Young Poet

The Sabbath is a weekly cathedral raised up in my dining room, in my family, in my heart.

We're all selfish bastards at heart, aren't we?

Beauty doesn't matter because in the end, we all lose our looks and all we have is our heart.

'The Virginian' has a very important romantic story line that you don't find in a lot of Westerns... At the heart of the story is quite a bit of pain and a sense of loss.