Quotes About Heart

Up to now reason has always won the battle, but will my emotions get the upper hand? Sometimes I fear they will, but more often I actually hope they do! Oh

The happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again.

Întotdeauna exist? inima È™i raÈ›iunea, fiecare trebuie s? vorbeasc? la timpul s?u.

Liebe, was ist Liebe? Ich glaube, daß Liebe etwas ist, was sich eigentlich nicht in Worte fassen lässt. (S.197)

Oh, it's so hard, the eternal struggle between heart and mind. There's a time and a place for both, but how can I be sure that I've chosen the right time?

It's strange, writing a diary. Of course, I've written things before, but who will be interested in the thoughts of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl? Well, does it matter? I want to write, and I want to bring out so many things that lie deep in my heart.

La riqueza, la fama, todo se puede perder, pero la dicha en el corazón a lo sumo puede velarse, y siempre, mientras vivas, volverá a hacerte feliz.

Oh, it's so hard, the eternal struggle between heart and mind. There's a time and a place for both, but how can I be sure that I've chosen the right time?

Riqueza, prestígio, tudo pode ser perdido. A felicidade em seu coração pode ser diminuída; mas estará sempre lá, enquanto você viver, para torná-lo feliz de novo.

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I — nor for that matter anyone else — will be interested in the unbosomings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

Reichtum, Ansehen, alles kannst du verlieren, aber das Glück deines Herzens kann höchstens einmal verhüllt sein und wird dich doch immer aufs neue Glücklich machen, solange du lebst. Solange du ohne Furcht zum Himmel aufsehen kannst, solange weißt du, dass du reinen Herzens bist, und das Glück wird immer mit dir sein.

Be pure in heart,, be pure in mind!

I shan't mind if you don't, he agreed. But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart. Pshaw. It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart? He smiled a slow, devastating smile. You are my heart. He lifted her hand and kissed it. And our hearts beat in tune. I know it—I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it.

There's a lovely Hasidic story of a rabbi who always told his people that if they studied the Torah, it would put Scripture on their hearts. One of them asked, Why on our hearts, and not in them? The rabbi answered, Only God can put Scripture inside. But reading sacred text can put it on your heart, and then when your hearts break, the holy words will fall inside.

I'm all over the place, up and down, scattered, withdrawing, trying to find some elusive sense of serenity. The world can't give that serenity. The world can't give us peace. We can only find it in our hearts. I hate that. I know. But the good news is that by the same token, the world can't take it away.

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

Some people have a thick skin and you don't. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world.

I carry a secret sense of accomplishment around with me, like a radium pack implanted near my heart that now leaches a quiet sense of relief through my system.

There is ecstasy in paying attention... Anyone who wants to can be surprised by the beauty or pain of the natural world, of the human mind and heart, and can try to capture just that - the details, the nuance, what is. If you start to look around, you will start to see.

I've always thought I could use my brain and my heart to jockey everyone around to the good. But life is not jockeyable. When you try, you make people infinitely crazier than they already were, including or especially yourself.

Kindness toward others and radical kindness to ourselves buy us a shot at a warm and generous heart, which is the greatest prize of all. Do you want this, or do you want to be right? Well, can I get back to you on that? I

The world can't give that serenity, he said. The world can't give us peace. We can only find it in our hearts. I hate that, I said. I know. But the good news is that by the same token, the world can't take it away.

A big heart is both a clunky and a delicate thing; it doesn't protect itself and it doesn't hide. It stands out, like a baby's fontanel, where you can see the soul pulse through.

Kindness toward others and radical kindness to ourselves buy us a shot at a warm and generous heart, which is the greatest prize of all.