Quotes About Heart

The secret of Victory is simply Christ himself in the heart of the believer. This truth, of Christ's indwelling, is, and always has been, a mystery.

but he did know that the bad things were caused by other people, not by God Himself. Evil lived in the hearts of men.

He always had trouble opening his heart. Tonight it was stuck again. It was a wooden chest secured by locked iron bands. An army duffel, rusted zipper. Kitchen cupboards glued shut. Tabernacle. Desk. Closet. He had to wedge apart doors, lift covers. He was always disappointed to find a drab or menacing interior. To make a welcoming place of his heart was mentally slippery work. Sometimes cleaning was involved, rearrangements. He had to dust. He had to throw out old junk to make room.

if you should ever doubt that a series of dry words in a government document can shatter spirits and demolish lives, let this book erase that doubt. Conversely, if you should be of the conviction that we are powerless to change those dry words, let this book give you heart.

On this stretch of highway he was afflicted. It felt as if his heart was being pierced by long sharp needles. He flashed on his father, the two of them sitting in late sunshine, gathering its fugitive warmth.

So you see, once a person drops the scales of prejudiced certainty and doubts appear, there is no telling how far a heart can open.

There is no one I want to visit except in the Ojibwe heaven, and so at this late age I'm going to convert, stupid dog, and become at long last the pagan that I always was at heart before I was Cecilia, when I was just Agnes, until I was seduced and diverted by the music of Chopin." "That neurasthenic pierogi snarfer!!", the dog ranted—it had never liked the composer . . . .

Her playing was of the utmost sincerity. And Chopin, played simply, devastates the heart. Sometimes a pause between the piercing sorrows of minor notes made a sister scrubbing the floor weep into the bucket where she dipped her rag so that the convent's boards, washed in tears, seemed to creak now in a human tongue. The air of the house thickened with sighs.

Our reservation is not real estate, luck fades when sold. Attraction has no staying power, no weight, no heart.

He had learned one truth in his work—there was no changing the true arrangement of a human heart. One dealt with the earthly exigencies.

Writing is to put love into the world.

When we expand our thinking and beliefs our love flows freely. When we contract we shut ourselves off. Can you remember the last time when you were in love? Your heart went ahhh!! It was such a wonderful feeling. It is the same with loving yourself except that you will never leave once you have your love for yourself.Its with you for the rest of your life, so you want to make it the best relationship that you can have.

Deep at the center of my being there is an infinite well of love.

You haven't always been the mug you are today, bogged down by circumstances, work, and thirst, the most disastrous of servitudes … Do you think that, just for a moment, you can revive the poetry in you? … are your heart and cock still capable of leaping to the words of an epic, sad to be sure, but noble … resplendent? You feel up to it?

Now I know... we have at least two friends!... Cillie von Leiden and the hunchback... not bad in our situation... or, come right down to it, no matter where and when, peace, dead calm, wars, convulsions... so many vaginas, stomachs, cocks, snouts, and flies you don't know what to do with them... shovelsful!... but hearts?... very rare!

After all, when our egoism lets us go for a while, when it comes time to throw it off, the only women whose memory you cherish in your hearts are the ones who really loved men a little, not just one man, even if it was you, but the whole lot.

Mi corazón al calorcillo, tras su verjita de costillas, conejo agitado, acurrucado, estúpido. Al tirarte de un salto desde lo alto de la Torre Eiffel, debes de sentir cosas así. Querrías agarrarte al espacio.

You need a heart and a certain amount of knowledge to go further than other people.

Personne ne lui résiste au fond à la musique. On n'a rien à faire avec son cÅ"ur, on le donne volontiers. Faut entendre au fond de toutes les musiques l'air sans notes, fait pour nous, l'air de la Mort.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go.

That was really it, her message as a nun and a child of God: listen deeply to your heart. That was how and where God communicated with people. Not so much in burning bushes or on mountaintops, in blue grottos or apparitions of the Virgin Mary, but more often in the depths of their own hearts.

I therefore defer to the woman in the front row. 'Heart' is also correct. In that, the body of any creature is a road map for all of its experiences, and therefore the sound of Aptenodytes foresteri's call is imprinted upon its mate's heart.

was sleeping, but my heart kept vigil.

But her life on this earth had taught her this: that love, in the end, was all that mattered. Friends, families, suitors, husbands: Goodness abounded in all of them.