Quotes About Heart

Maybe it was the heart which punished one with such exquisite accuracy.

He does not understand yet that sometimes the monster is other people, sometimes the monster squats unseen inside one's own heart, and sometimes the monster is the brute fact of time itself.

We are all perfect clocks that the Divinity has set to ticking when, even before birth, the heart explodes into its lifelong dance.

I want nothing more than what I have, for what I have is enough. I'm grateful for it. I foresee no reward, no eternal life. I expect only to leave further pieces of my heart in one place or another, but I love God nonetheless, with every atom of my being, and will love Him until I fall into black oblivion.

When you're alone you can long so hard for something like an embrace that you mine it from the air. You find it in meanings that you might not otherwise grasp, for which it is helpful to arise early in the morning, when the mind is clear and the heart is gentle.

You can come back, his father had said. Why leave if I'll come back? Alessandro had asked, and then had quoted Horace. 'New skies the exile finds, but the heart is still the same.

At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a question which you must answer within your own heart.

They always say about the soldier that he's detached. That's true, for he's been in the eye of the storm, his heart has been broken, and he doesn't even know it.

and she speculated that the city would be cold, completely of itself, unconscious, that its every move would be transcendent, and that each of its hundred million flashing scenes would strike a moral lesson. Such a city would extend vision, intensify pity, telescope emotion, and float the heart the way the sea is gently buoyant with great ships. To do this it would have to be a cold instrument. And, despite its beauty, it would have to be cruel.

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we may spend much of our time unaware and unenlightened, yet the presence of Truth and God, like a deep and ancient friend, can shape our entire lives. So the inner task becomes how do we make a lasting friendship with the Unities that are larger than us? How do we keep their light in our heart when no stars appear in sight?

Just as a vine or shrub—no matter how often it is cut back—will keep growing to the light, the human heart—no matter how often it is cut—can reassert its impulse to love.

LOVING IS THE practice ground for everything. By loving, we awaken the heart, sending care into the world through our hands. At the same time, suffering keeps breaking what can be broken until we reach what is unbreakable. It keeps undoing what can't last until we are standing on what will last.

The heart doesn't know it's expanding with compassion anymore than a hawk spreading its swings knows it's being a hawk. Nor does someone acting out of love often realize they are being kind.

To be part of the company who help bring about a kingdom church revolution, our hearts must not only align with the priorities in God's heart; we must become those who build what God is building.

It's your attitude. It's not what you say, it's what you do, and it's not what you do, it's what you feel. You have to be connected to yourself, Henry, before you can connect with someone else." She gently touched herself on the chest, above her heart. "It comes from here. If your heart isn't right they'll know it.

There is no absolute truth. There is only your own truth. Write honestly, from the heart, and you will reach your readers.

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.

Don't wake up a woman in love. Let her dream, so that she does not weep when she returns to her bitter reality

He thought his heart would kill him, he'd had no clue what it was capable of.

She ran right into his arms and he swung her around like a little kid, laughing, and then they hugged. He thought his heart would kill him, he'd had no clue what it was capable of.

It's because a real and beautiful voice delicately rends the chest, discovered the heart, and holds it beating against a stainless edge until you long to be pierced utterly. For the voice is everything you do not remember. Everything you should not be able to live without and yet, tragically, do.

Un corazón inquieto es la base del peregrinar. En el ser humano habita un ansia». SAN AGUSTÍN

La gratitud es el pensamiento del corazón.