Quotes About Heart

It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same thing in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yeterday, today and tomorrow are all spread out in the pattern of eternity, together, and that although love may wear many faces in the incomprehensible panorama of time, in the heart that loves, it is always the same.

I got a Valentine's Day card from my girl. It said, 'Take my heart! Take my arms! Take my lips!' Which is just like her. Keeping the best part for herself.

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stoodBy a dirt road, in first dark, and heardThe great geese hoot northward.I could not see them, there being no moonAnd the stars sparse. I heard them.I did not know what was happening in my heart.

The heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.

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To send light into the darkness of men's hearts – such is the destiny of the artist.

As I in hoary winter night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised was I with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was nearA pretty Babe all burning bright did in the air appear.

The desires of the heart...are as crooked as a corkscrew.

I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love.

The human heart feels things the eyes cannot see, and knows what the mind cannot understand.

Ferme tes yeux à demi, Croise tes bras sur ton sein, Et de ton cÅ"ur endormi Chasse à jamais tout dessein."   "Je chante la nature, Les étoiles du soir, les larmes du matin, Les couchers de soleil à l'horizon lointain, Le ciel qui parle au cÅ"ur d'existence future!

Je chante la nature, Les étoiles du soir, les larmes du matin, Les couchers de soleil à l'horizon lointain, Le ciel qui parle au cÅ"ur d'existence future!

The main fact of life for me is love or its absence. Whether life is worth living depends for me on whether there is love in life. Without a sense of it, or even the memory…of it, I think I would lose heart completely. (p. vii)

There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I'm fellow to the trees. ~

Ultimately, the most romantic thing is the heart, and every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls.

Sometimes, a good heart lets a bad guest come for a visit.

There's no way a human heart can contain the Master's love. It always spills out.

The evolutionary fusion of hierarchy and reciprocal altruism accounts for a good part of the average human life. Many, if not most, of our swings in mood, our fateful commitments, our changes of heart about people, institutions, even ideas, are governed by mental organs that this fusion wrought. It has done much to form the texture of everyday existence.

It is too late for me to learn your wisdom in this matter. From the time I knew aught, I have lived with a knight and his lady whose love lit and warmed the dark hall on winter's nights. Madam, my example comes not from any book of romance. My grandparents walked and breathed; they kissed and quarreled. This I must have, and I will seek it with the point of my knife in a bad husband's heart if I can find it no other way.

Algunas veces en la noche, yo pensaba en la belleza con que los poetas estremecieron al mundo, y todo el corazón se me anegaba de pena como una boca con un grito. Pensaba en las fiestas a que ellos asistieron, las fiestas de la ciudad, las fiestas en los parajes arbolados con antorchas de sol en los jardines florecidos, y de entre las manos se caía mi pobreza.

Todo nace en el corazón como de la nada nace el gusano en el corazón de la manzana.

Escribió, o pensó que escribía: La muerte es mi corazón. Y después: Toma mi corazón. Y después su nombre: Carlos Wieder, sin temerle a la lluvia ni a los relámpagos. Sin temerle, sobre todo, a la incoherencia.

En el camino de los perros mi alma encontró a mi corazón.

Mrs Dorothea's typewriter was like a heart, a giant heart beating in the middle of the fog and chaos.