Quotes About Heart

his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.

As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in New York" was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

Andava flertando com ideias rançosas, como se a vaidade física já não alimentasse seu coração despótico.

Non c'è fuoco o gelo che possa sfidare ciò che un uomo arriva a custodire tra i fantasmi del proprio cuore.

I believe in holding still. I believe that the secrets we hold in our hearts are our anchors, that even the unspoken between us is a measure of our every promise to the living and to the dead. And all our promises, like all our hopes, move us through life with the power of an ocean liner pushing through the sea.

but she never did cry. She was too hurt to cry.… You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

She felt her heart open and fill with the pure wonder of being alive and making it through.

Whom the heart first loves does not know or care if they are related by blood.

You never know what's in a person's heart until they're tested, do you?

The young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.

to know how to think with emotions and to feel with intellect…

pg.9 In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

Kalp düÅŸünebilseydi, atmaktan vazgeçerdi.

If the heart could think it would stop beating.

Trago dentro do meu coração, Como num cofre que se não pode fechar de cheio, Todos os lugares onde estive, Todos os portos a que cheguei, Todas as paisagens que vi através de janelas ou vigias, Ou de tombadilhos, sonhando, E tudo isso, que é tanto, é pouco para o que eu quero.

En mi corazón hay una paz de angustia, y mi sosiego está hecho de resignación.

El corazón, si pudiese pensar, se pararía.

Não me queiram converter a convicção: sou lúcido. Já disse: sou lúcido. Nada de estéticas com coração: sou lúcido. Merda! Sou lúcido.

Era já de madrugada E eu acordei sem razão, Senti a vida pesada. Pesado era o coração.

O coração, se pudesse pensar, pararia.

Peguei no meu coração E pu-lo na minha mão. Olhei-o como quem olha Grãos se areia ou uma folha. Olhei-o pávido e absorto Como quem sabe estar morto. Como a alma só comovida Do sonho e pouco da vida.