Quotes About Heart

For this gloomy beast within my breast - A heart. But the thing is, We've all had to learn not to sleep for three years. In the morning we shall find out Who has died in the night.

I was born not late and not early, This time is blessed and meet, Only God did not allow a heart To live long without deceit. And from this it is dark in the light room, And from this do the friends I've sought, Like the sorrowful birds of evening, Sing of love that was not.

The heart beats steadily, more certain.

She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her chest. A revelation descended. A revelation unrelated to the desire heating her blood.

Och, I'm quite the useful laddie. I can save a sinking calf from the mire, or cook a braw piece of toast, or fix a broken heart." She

She'd piled her hair high, leaving silky tendrils to tease bare shoulders. How he longed to festoon that slender neck with cascades of rubies. Rubies, diamonds, pearls, emeralds. Never sapphires. Not even the finest sapphires could rival the beauty of her eyes. He had no jewels to offer, only his longing, loving heart.

Tomorrow his body would bear her mark. His heart would bear her mark forever. He

President Obama called for a 'we' nation in his Inauguration Address. Art convenes. It is not just inspirational. It is aspirational. It pricks the walls of our compartmentalized minds, opens our hearts and makes us brave. And that's what we need most in our country today.

Just wait til you meet my great-grandmother!' Said Frances. 'You'll wish you never had to go home again!' Minx was wishing that already, with all her heart.

Mana sirds ir k? liela, tukša soma, t?da pamat?ga soma, kur nek?da nek?rt?ba, nav iesp?jama, jo tur nek? nav iekš?.

Tell me what's the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn't know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.

She looked, and saw the black, domed sky arching over her head. And her heart dilated; she felt the great black dome in her heart. She sat under the stars, worshipping them. Her heart opened and grew vast, until the whole sky with all its stars began to pour into her, a mysterious flood of star-strung darkness. She wanted to receive the night sky into her heart.

But the mysterious and private heart never ceases to beat. Indestructible and immortal, the heart beats on, independent, and beating for me alone…

How intimately I experience in my heart just what he must have felt in all of those unknown rooms, some of them poor, perhaps, and some splendid, but all opposing him with the cold fearful indifference of other people's belongings, against which he has to defend himself as best he can with his poor lonely trunk and his case of books.

The note of almost unbearable irritation sounding through the deliberately calm tone in which he has just spoken penetrates her child's heart like a cruel needle of ice. Her face falls grotesquely, her mouth trembles, tears - the sudden, despairing tears of a hurt child - fill her eyes to the brim.

You can hate a person with your whole body, but love is a stubborn thing, it clings on in your heart.

Jack had the power to make my heart fly. He also had the power to shoot it out of the sky. Because, let's not forget, love isn't just about the flying.

It's an emotion that eats away at those who allow it in their heart. Hatred does more harm to those who feel it than it does to those who are hated.

The ultimate act of bravery does not take place on a battlefield. It takes place in your heart, when you have the courage to honor your character, your intellect, your inclinations and yes, your soul by listening to its clean, clear voice of direction instead of following the muddied messages of a timid world.

If Moscow is Russia's heart,' runs a Russian proverb, 'and St Petersburg its head, Kiev is its mother.

Noch hatte keine Schuld ihre Helligkeit getrübt, keine Ahnung, dass das Herz unter dem Druck des Lebens sich auf allerlei einlassen muss, was es dann später vorgibt, nicht begriffen zu haben- aber warum hat es dann so bang und hastig geschlagen?-, [...]

He understands not only with his brain but with his heart. And that might be called love. Not quite sure, but maybe that's the key.

Misery is a heart that can never be content with what it has and, by always craving something more, brings about its own destruction. And desolation is a heart so fearful of losing what it hoards that it never knows the richness that comes from being able to give.