Quotes About Heart

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.

A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter - it was the graves at Shiloh and the tired, drawn, nervous faces of its great men, and the country boys dying in the Argonne for a phrase that was empty before their bodies withered. It was a willingness of the heart.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don't know.

A rigour passed over him, blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.

There's so much spring in the air-- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

No hay fuego ni frío que pueda desafiar a lo que un hombre guarda entre los fantasmas de su corazón.

As he spoke there was in his heart that tremulousness that we take for sincerity in ourselves.

Yet her tired heart, beating until it shook her breasts, made her sure that there was still life in her, desperately shaken, threatened…

She did not know yet that splendor is something in the heart; at the moment when she realized that and melted into the passion of the universe he could take her without question or regret.

I love you. Do you hear? I'm telling you all of a sudden, but it isn't new with me. I love you.

No amount of fre or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

You've a place in my heart no one else ever could have, but tied down here I'd get restless. I'd feel I was—wastin' myself. There's two sides to me, you see. There's the sleepy old side you love; an' there's a sort of energy—the feelin' that makes me do wild things. That's the part of me that may be useful somewhere, that'll last when I'm not beautiful any more." She

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart

Ninguna cantidad de fuego o frescura puede desafiar lo que un hombre puede almacenar en los fantasmas de su corazón.

You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner.