Quotes About Heart

You have learned well,* Dragon said. *But heed me, little one. You must guard the webs you weave that make dreams into flesh. Many beings will cherish those webs because they are spun out of magic that lives in the heart. But there will be others who will want to destroy that heart-magic before it can touch the world. Guard the webs . . . Weaver of Dreams.* Dragon's breath came out in a long sigh . . . and then there was silence.

Do we judge who is good and who is bad by the color and shape of their skin - or by what resonates in their hearts?

Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name. Everything has a price.

Sometimes I think her chest is made of ice, and she has to stay emotionally cold to hide the smell of a roting heart.

The heart's need to make its journey through life calls to us. Some hearts will back away from the journey, too fearful to leave the familiar even though it withers. Others wills leap forward and never look back, bruising the hearts left behind. Pain will force some to begin the journey. For others, love will be a beacon that keeps them moving forward.

We are drawn to the Light... others are drawn to the darkness that lives within the human heart... there will always be such hearts. There will always be that choice. If that wasn't true, then a heart that walks in the Light has made no choice at all.

Why is the moon shaped like that?" he asked. "It's a heart," Meg replied. "Haven't you seen this symbol before?" "Sure. But it's not the thumpy-thump good-eating kind of heart." "It's a romantic heart." She looked up and narrowed her eyes. "Is that why you shelved the kissy books with the cookbooks? Because a heart is a heart?

Let your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape.

But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be?

I went home very happy, with a heart brimful of complacency for myself, and overflowing with love for Eliza.

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.

A wise man keeps secrets in his heart a foolish man tells tales.

We live by waters breaking out of the heart.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart.

his voice saying, You beauty. I can feel that beauty's heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room–

chorus should we discuss your philanthropy prometheus I went a bit too far chorus how do you mean prometheus I stopped them seeing death before them chorus who prometheus human beings chorus how prometheus I planted blind hope in their hearts chorus why prometheus they were breaking chorus you fool

Blended Text You have captured: pinned upon my heart: the wall of my heart is your love with one glance: as one with one bead: as an exile of the kings of royalty of your eyes: my heart you have something of mine: a torn thing again the moon: now the rule: (who knows)

los celos pueden comerse un corazón hasta el centro

pulse raced, and she found her

If you think about it, the youngest part of the tree is in the very middle. It is the little dot that will widen into a ring, next year. The youngest part of any tree is the heart.

I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.