Quotes About Heart

A estrada seria longa. Todas as estradas que levam ao que o nosso coração almeja são longas

There can be no life without faith and love—faith in a human heart, love of a human being! That

As we walk the way of awareness, we see that the deepest purpose we all have is to perfect the qualities of our heart and mind. The spiritual path transforms our consciousness, purifying it of greed, hatred, ignorance, fear, envy, jealousy—those forces that create suffering in us and in the world.

His greatest gift was resilience rather than brilliance, which just happened to be the quality of mind and heart that the American cause required.

As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. Prov. 23:7.

1. The treasure house is within you. Look within for the answer to your heart's desire.

God's love, peace, harmony, and wisdom flood my mind and heart. I love the truth, I hear the truth, and I know the truth that God is Love, and his love surrounds me, enfolds me, and enwraps me. God's river of peace floods my mind, and I give thanks for my freedom.

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty... Effulgent.

Life's a show and we all play a part And when the music starts We open up our hearts

Home is elusive. It shapeshifts with the currents of my heart and its will. Home is a trickster changing according to the medicine of the season and its lesson. -Prodigal Daughters (Kimberly Wesnaut)

I have a cat, a stripedy cat with tickling whiskers and green electric eyes. She has the softest fur in the world. When I pet her she purrs as if she has a drum near her heart.

There are always flowers, Love cries, or blood. Someone is always leaving By exile, death, or heartbreak. The heart is a fist. It pockets prayer or holds rage.

Poetry keeps the door open to awe and ensures that we will find our way through the broken heart field of wars, losses and betrayals to understanding, compassion and gathering together.

And whom do I call my enemy? An enemy must be worthy of engagement. I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking I't the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind. The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun. It sees and knows everything. It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing. The door to the mind should open from the heart. An enemy who gets in risks the danger of becoming a friend.

These are the ice horses, horses who entered through your head, and then your heart, your beaten heart. These are the ones who loved you. They are the horses who have held you so close that you have become a part of them, an ice horse galloping into fire.

This is my heart. It is a good heart. Weaves a membrane of mist and fire. When we speak love in the flower world My heart is close enough to sing to you in a language too clumsy for human words.

But what captured him was a light in the river folding open and open blood, heart and stones shimmering like the Milky Way.

earth, sky, stars circling my heart

The door to the mind should only open from the heart. An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.

Under our ribs our hearts are bloody stars. Shine on shine on, and horses in their galloping flight strike the curve of ribs.

That glass sliver in the heart. Amid a fluttery-delicious Benzedrine rush, virtually every remark made to you is freighted with destiny, a sweet-painful stab in the heart. And Benzedrine and champagne, what a combination! The Blond Actress was only just discovering what everybody else in Hollywood knew.

She felt her pounding heart. Her hand seemed to enclose it. She thought for the first time in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her, but just a pounding, living thing inside this body that wasn't really hers either.

misinterpreting her silence for a broken heart, her cynicism about men for depression, or despondency [...]

I'm not bitter for they are telling me I am HISTORY You wouldn't be bitter if you are HISTORY any of you A MAN would not be bitter if entering History! nor should a WOMAN Break my heart, better than break my nose (you bastards) Revenge is SWEET (& I need to acquire that taste)