Quotes About Heart

These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

My heart palpitated in the sickness of fear; and I hurried on with irregular steps, not daring to look about me: Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turn'd round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

En lo que me fue posible, oculté en lo más profundo del corazón la ansiedad que me consumía y acepté con aparente sinceridad todo lo que proponía mi padre, aunque todo aquello no podía servir sino como decorado de mi tragedia.

You have not studied the histories of ancient times, and perhaps know not the life that breathes in them; a soul of beauty and wisdom which had penetrated my heart of hearts.

La luna sbirciava le mie fatiche nel cuore della notte.

These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose--a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This

No desespere. Es triste no tener amigos, pero los corazones de los hombres, cuando no tienen prejuicios, siempre están llenos de amor fraternal y caridad. Tenga fe en sus esperanzas; y si esos amigos son buenos y amables. no desespere.

I intreat you: leave me to peace and solitude for a short time, and when I return, I hope it will be with a lighter heart, more congenial to your own temper.

I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.

Almost spent, as I was, by fatigue and the dreadful suspense I endured for several hours, this sudden certainty of life rushed like a flood of warm joy to my heart, and tears gushed from my eyes. How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

I had desired it with an ardor that far exceeded moderation, but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.

Surely once in a life God will grant the earnest entreaty of a loving heart.

It is easier to call the storm from the empty sky than to manipulate the heart of a man; and soon, if my bones did not lie to me, I should be needing all the power I could muster, to pit against a woman; and this is harder to do than anything concerning men, as air is harder to see than a mountain.

My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy;

more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection and kindness; my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures;

The nearer I approached to your habitation, the more deeply did I feel the spirit of revenge enkindled in my heart.

These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven; for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose -- a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy; and, when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

and once his words had even power over my heart;

He is eloquent and persuasive; and once his words had even power over my heart: but trust him not. His soul is as hellish as his form, full of treachery and fiend-like malice. Hear

My proud step was no interpreter of my heart, for I deeply felt that, though surrounded by every luxury, I was a beggar.

looked towards its completion with a tremulous and eager hope, which I dared not trust myself to question, but which was intermixed with obscure forebodings of evil, that made my heart sicken in my bosom.

frightful selfishness hurried me on, while my heart was poisoned with remorse.

Life was then brilliant; I began to learn to hope and what brigs a more bitter despair to the heart than hope destroyed?