Quotes About Heart

I hope you don't suffer forever from keeping love from your heart

Sólo recuerdas lo que quieres recordar. Sólo sabes lo que tu corazón te permite saber.

But your thoughts and emotions after death are no different from what they were when you were alive, I suppose. You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

He simply translated what was in LuLing's heart: her better intentions, her hopes.

You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modern ink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn. But when you push an inkstick along an inkstone, you take the first step to cleansing your mind and your heart. You push and you ask yourself, What are my intentions? What is my heart that matches my mind?

But why didn't I flood in the same way? Why was their happiness tenfold what I felt? Did I lack the proper connection between the senses and the heart? And then I realized that this was my habit. To hold back my feelings.

Neglect is a surreptitious slayer of the heart. It has as its accomplice carelessness.

Por la ventana abierta se veía gran parte de la ciudad. Por sobre los techos el horizonte es azul e infinito. Entonces me dije a mí misma: Mientras exista este sol intenso y este cielo azul y mi corazón pueda sentirlo, no puedo estar triste.

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night-- his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell.

Why does a gesture, a walk, stir your blood? What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.

Believing in the danger which sprang from objects as well as people, which dress, which shoes, which coat demanded less of her panicked heart and body? For a costume was a challenge too, a discipline, a trap which once adopted could influence the actor.

Parce que ma bouche se tait, pensez-vous que mon coeur se repose?

je ne savais rien exprimer du transport nouveau de mon cÅ"ur; mais je pressais sa tête contre mon cÅ"ur et sur son front mes lèvres par où mon âme s'écoulait.

La joie est peut être aussi vive ; mais elle entre ne moins avant; elle éveille un écho moins retentissant dans mon coeur. Ah ! Pouvoir ignorer que la vie rétrécit devant moi sa promesse... Mon coeur ne bat pas moins fort qu'à vingt ans.

Le cÅ"ur me battait fort en poussant la barrière du jardin.

Aujourd'hui que j'ose appeler par son nom le sentiment si longtemps inavoué de mon cÅ"ur.

Diríase que el amor se ha prostituido, al pasar por el corazón de tantos imbéciles.

Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock , which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.

All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." andre breton

You tell the truth and people can shit all over it... but somehow once it's said it can't be unsaid; it stays living, somewhere, in someone's heart.

How did I become who I am? I have a heart easily hurt. I believed that cruelty was most often caused by ignorance. I thought that if everybody knew, everything would be different. I was a silly child who believed in the revolution. [...] I can`t be bought or intimidated because I`m already cut down in the middle. I walk with women whispering in my ears. Every time I cry there`s a name attached to each tear. [...] I long to touch my sisters; I wish I could take away the pain.

The only function of consciousness is to produce fabrications. True knowledge is achieved in the heart and in the soul.

Because a real kiss, a kiss that two real people choose to give each other - it's something that can't be filmed or photographed or drawn, or even described with words. Because a kiss isn't what it looks like or how it feels. A real kiss happens down deep inside of two hearts at the same time. It's hidden away. A real kiss is invisible.

Poems are a hotline to our hearts, and we forget this emotional power at our peril.