Quotes About Heart

As Fitzgerald puts it, "No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Had I been able to formulate my first impressions of the United States, I might have said that there was a place in America called Kansas, where people could find a magic land at the heart of a cyclone.

You do not need to seek freedom in a different land, for it exists with your own body, heart, mind, and soul.

The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on the ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

My heart is filled with love for this country.

I only know what I have seen. What I have not seen doesn't make my heart heavy.

Michelle was someone who started from the heart and not the head, from experience rather than abstractions.

The effort to untangle the human words from the divine seems not only futile to me but also unnecessary, since God works with what is. God uses whatever is usable in a life, both to speak and to act, and those who insist on fireworks in the sky may miss the electricity that sparks the human heart.

The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present.

The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make - not just on your wedding day, but over and over again - and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife.

Hidden within the heart of the great rose of music, he could forget time and place, forget the sting of his cut lip and the white man who'd given it to him, who had the right by law to give it to him; forget the whole of this past half year. For as long as he could remember, music had been his refuge, when grief and pity and rage and incomprehension of the whole of the bleeding world overwhelmed him: It had been a retreat, like the gentle hypnotism of the Rosary.

the heart rules love, where we magnetically draw and hold existence;

A smile is the lighting system of the face and the heating system of the heart

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

Love weighs nothing.

Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

But we've all ended up giving body and soul to Africa, one way or another. Even Adah, who's becoming an expert in tropical epidemiology and strange new viruses. Each of us got our heart buried in six feet of African dirt; we are all co-conspirators here. I mean, all of us, not just my family. So what do you do now? You get to find your own way to dig out a heart and shake it off and hold it up to the light again.

Two dots an inch apart, as small and tidy as punctuation marks at the end of a sentence none of us could read. The sentence would have started somewhere just above her heart.

I would make one of Aunt June as Wonder Nurse, putting a new heart back inside a boy that had his own torn out.

My heart had grown older, with more in it to break.

You can't let your heart go bad like that, like sour milk. There's always a chance you'll want to use it later.

People love to believe in danger, as long as it's you in harm's way, and them saying bless your heart.

I loved the time spent with him, but felt in some other chamber of my heart that it was time wasted. That I ought to be doing something else while there was time.

my heart felt like a soft, damaged place in my chest, like a bruise on a peach.