Quotes About Heart

Your heart sees by its own light. In meditation, adore the subtle fire The light that you see by Is the light that comes from inside.

The Bhairava Tantra is set as a conversation between the Goddess Who Is the Creative Power of the Universe and the God Who Is the Consciousness that Permeates Everywhere. For short, they call each other Devi and Bhairava, or Shakti and Shiva. They are lovers and inseparable partners, and one of their favorite places of dwelling is in the human heart.

Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

Mostly, however, he had books about love. He believed in studying his own heart this way.

This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greasepaint and a relentless need for applause.

If your heart turned away at this, it would turn away at something greater, then more and more until your heart stayed averted, immobile your imagination redistributed away from the world and back only toward the bad maps of yourself, to sour pools of your own pulse, your own tiny, mean, and pointless wants.

How quickly bodies came to love each other, promise themselves to each other always, without asking permission. From the mind! If only she could give up her mind, let her heart swell, inflamed, her brain stepping out for whole days, whole seasons, her work shrinking to limericks.

It seems that age folds the heart in on itself.

The goat herder was so unaccustomed to human company that he was short of words even in his inner speech. It was common knowledge that the Yugoslavs hated each other more than they could ever hate a foreigner or an invader. A guilty man wishes only to be understood, because to be understood is to appear to be forgiven. Atrocities are something nothing less than the vengeance of the tormented. The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry. Love delayed is lust augmented.

Nos hiciste para Ti y nuestro corazón está inquieto mientras no descanse en Ti.

Mon cÅ"ur au chaud, ce lapin, derrière sa petite grille des côtes, agité, blotti, stupide.

The neck shot is best," I commented, "if chance allows. If shot through the heart or lungs they will often run a mile or more before dropping.

It is impossible to describe, in words, exactly what Miss Nogard heard when she listened to Mavis's brain. Babies don't think in words. Miss Nogard heard pure love. And trust. And faith. With no words to get in the way. It was a love so strong that it dissolved away all the bitterness that had been caked around her heart.

I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands. They're not empty now.

You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.

For with eyes made clear by many tears, and a heart softened by the tenderest sorrow, she recognized the beauty of her sister's life—uneventful, unambitious, yet full of the genuine virtues which 'smell sweet, and blossom in the dust', the self-forgetfulness that makes the humblest on earth remembered soonest in heaven, the true success which is possible to all.

To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time. Yes, she could do that, and with a very earnest prayer Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died.

Love will make you show your heart someday...

Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage, and I haf nothing to gif back but a full heart and these empty hands, cried the Professor, quite overcome. Jo never, never would learn to be proper, for when he said that as they stood upon the steps, she just put both hands into his, whispering tenderly, Not empty now, and, stooping down, kissed her Friedrich under the umbrella.

We each are young, we each have a heart, Oh, why should we thus stand coldly apart

courage and devotion always stir generous hearts, and win admiration…

the child's heart bled when it was broken.

you have found your style at last. You wrote with no thoughts of fame and money, and put your heart into it