Quotes About Heart

To follow the impulse of love and feeling is the secret law of every woman's heart.

Let us leave hearts out of the question. Business is business, and business is not carried on with sentimentality like romances.

In love, putting aside all consideration of the soul, the heart of a woman is like a lyre which does not reveal its secret, excepting to him who is a skillful player.

I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to take the weight off his heart, that heaviness that dragged him down, into the beyond, making him yearn to be at peace.

Son muchos los que ni siquiera hacen el esfuerzo de imaginar el tesoro que duerme en el corazón de los demás.

No recuerdo si esto me había ocurrido con anterioridad, pero cuando me enfrenté a las tinieblas de mi corazón, cuando me sentí herida en lo más hondo y me rompí en pedazos, exhausta, de improviso emergió de mi una fuerza inexplicable".

Sucede que el corazón acaba velando en la distancia la belleza de las cosas ya vistas, desde las más intensamente vividas a las más pálidas; todo quedaba completamente envuelto en el corazón y ahora se sumergía en el paisaje que avanzaba hacia nosotros moviéndose velozmente

Jeder Mensch hat dieses kleine schwache Etwas, das zitternd am Boden seines Herzens liegt, und bisweilen ist es sicher besser, es hochzunehmen, sich darum zu kümmern und den Tränen freien Lauf zu lassen.

Because the sky is high and lonely, and it makes me feel very alone, and that makes my heart dance, and then I feel stronger. But at the same time, there's this energy in the air; it's a time of waiting, before winter really sets in.

In retrospect I realize that fate was a ladder on which, at the time, I could not afford to miss a single rung. To skip out on even one scene would have meant never making it to the top, although it would have been by far the easier choice. What motivated me was probably that little light still left in my half-dead heart, glittering in the darkness. Yet without it, perhaps, I might have slept better.

For one thing, I was breathing more easily than I had been even yesterday. I was sick to death at the prospect of more suffocatingly lonely nights. The idea that they would be repeated, that was just how life was, made me shudder with horror. Still, having tasted for myself that moment when I suddenly could breathe easy again made my heart beat faster.

Luôn luôn gi? ?m b?ng, th? l?ng con tim và cÆ¡ th? ?? máu ??ng b?c lên ??u. Hãy s?ng nhÆ° má»™t bông hoa con nhé. ?ó là quy?n l?i. Là vi?c nh?t ??nh con có th? làm khi hãy còn s?ng. Ch? c?n nhÆ° th? thôi.

Inching one's way along a steep cliff in the dark: on reaching the highway, one breathes a sigh of relief. Just when one can't take any more, one sees the moonlight. Beauty that seems to infuse itself into the heart: I know about that.

Be sure to keep your tummy warm, try to relax, both your heart and your body, try not to get flustered. Live like a flower. You have that right.

I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to take the weight off his heart, that heaviness that dragged him down, into the beyond, making him yearn to be at peace. My body sensed it. And my soul.

Just when one can't take any more, one sees the moonlight. Beauty that seems to infuse itself, into the heart: I know about that.

It was true that she jumped to conclusions and that her life was a mess - even her earlier stint as a salesman had been a failure. I was aware of all that, but the beauty of her tears was something I would not soon forget. She made me realise that the human heart is something very precious.

Because the sky is high and lonely, and it makes me feel very alone, and that makes my heart dance, and then I feel stronger. But at the same time, there's this energy in the air; it's a time of waiting, before winter really sets in.

In retrospect, I realise that fate was a ladder on which, at the time, I could not afford to miss a single rung. To skip out on even one scene would have meant never making it to the top, although it would have been by far the easier choice. What motivated me was probably that little light still left in my half-dead heart, glittering in the darkness. Yet without it, perhaps, I might have slept better.

Pero si él pudiera acostumbrarse al hecho de que todos los días son una absurda repetición del anterior, a estar siempre con la misma persona, a la idea de que únicamente el vuelo de un pequeño corazón puede colorear el mundo..., si fuera capaz, entonces, quizás, algo podría ir cambiando, poco a poco.

On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn't. Without even noticing what you're doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.

I've squandered smiles today, And, strange to say, Altho' my frowns with care I've stowed away, Tonight I'm poorer far in frowns than at the start; While in my heart, Wherein my treasures best I store, I find my smiles increased by several score.

He wanted to etch into his heart these memories, and wondered how he could have forgotten this tragedy for so many years.