Quotes About Heart

In the human world you had to choose your loyalties carefully. You had to see through to someone's heart.

They learned that sometimes the most dangerous thing of all in matters of live was to be granted your heart's desire.

This is your heart that you hold in your hands, be careful with it, don't lose it, and don't forget that I loved you the same way even though you weren't born to me.

Heart, soul, treasure, rain, sister, memory, knowledge, hope, will.

She feels her love inside her as if it were as tangible as blood and bones. They'll

Sometimes the most dangerous thing of all in matters of love was to be granted your heart's desire.

Everything was hidden. I now understood it was our duty as human beings to see behind the veil to the inside of the world, to the heart of things.

name was Tom Smith and he had performed so many marriages he could recite the service in his sleep. Sometimes he did and his wife would lie in bed and listen to him, the whole service through, comforted that someone could know the words of love by heart.

There are secrets that must be held close, and most of these have to do with the wounding of the human heart, for sorrow spoken aloud is sorrow lived through twice.

Fall in love whenever you can.

Há segredos que devem ser guardados e a maioria deles tem relação com as angústias do coração humano, pois a tristeza expressada em voz alta é uma tristeza vivida duas vezes.

deep inside could only be deciphered by someone who understood how easily a heart could be broken. "Wake up," Shelby would

Trust no one, make your own future, love with all your heart.

What belonged to you once, will always belong to you. Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

There was the ache in his heart, and now over his shoulder and down his arm, as

And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.

The dream was in fact a lot like the Vancouver weather—a dismal sort of longing, a rainy dreamy sadness, a weight that shifted round the heart.

I have a feeling that is so hard to describe. It's like a boiled egg in my chest, with the shell left on.

There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.

When he felt his heart hurt he turned into something stronger than a little boy, and he grew up this way. A heart that flashed from heart to strone, heart to stone. As I watched I thought of what Grandma Lynn liked to say when Lindsey and I rolled our eyes or grimaced behind her back. Watch out what faces you make,. Youll freeze that way. (The Lovely Bones)

The fine wall of leaden crystal that had protected her heart - somehow numbed her into disbelief - shattered.

When he felt his heart hurt he turned into something stronger than a little boy, and he grew up this way. A heart that flashed from heart to stone, heart to stone.

I do not grieve in the abstract, but in the heart.

Heaven. Now there's a thought. Nothing has ever been able, ultimately, to convince me we live anywhere else. And that heaven, more a verb than a noun, more a condition than a place, is about leading with the heart in whatever broken or ragged state it's in, stumbling forward in faith until, from time to time, we miraculously find our way.