Quotes About Heart

Waning moon. Rising now. Creak, it goes. Deep over the exhausted continents. I wonder says my fullness. Nobody nobody says the room in which I lie very still in the darkness watching. Your heart says the moon, waning & rising further. Where is it. Your keep, your eyes your trigger finger your spine your reasoning—

the human heart is a refugee—is standing here always in its open market, shouting out prices, in- audible prices, & wares keep on arriving, & the voices get higher— what are you worth the map of the world is shrieking, any moment of you, what is it worth, time breaks over you and you remain, more of you, more of you, asking your questions, ravishing the visible with your inquiry, and hungry, why are you so hungry…

The heart, said to be man's noblest organ, has the same shape as the penis, commonly supposed the most ignoble; the symbolism is not inappropriate, because the love which comes from the heart soon extends to the organ which it resembles.

Then her real charm, the really deceptive enigma of her, was in her eyes; ashgrey eyes which seemed uncertain, myopic, and which conveyed an expression of resigned boredom. At certain moments the pupils glowed like a gem of grey water and sparks of silver twinkled to the surface. By turns they were dolent, forsaken, languorous, and haughty. He remembered that those eyes had often brought his heart into his throat!

Amor cuerdo, no es amor. (Sane love, is not love)

Te hice morir naciendo en mi corazón

Bilesin ki kalbimiz kocaman olduÄŸu sürece sevdiÄŸimiz her ÅŸey içine s??ar.

Didinha bir seferinde mutluluÄŸun 'yüreÄŸimizde parlayan bir güneÅŸ' olduÄŸunu söylemiÅŸti. GüneÅŸ her ÅŸeyi mutlulukla ayd?nlat?yordu. EÄŸer bu doÄŸruysa, her ÅŸeyi güzelleÅŸtiren ÅŸey göÄŸsümde p?r p?r eden yüreÄŸimdi.

Tipul uman pe care-l prefer?m în cel?lalt schiÅ£eaz? profilul propriei noastre inimi. Iubirea este un elan care se iveÈ™te din cea mai adânc? subteran? a persoanei noastre È™i, ajungând la faÅ£a vizibil? a vieÅ£ii, târ??te aluvionar alge È™i scoici din abisul l?untric. Un bun naturalist, studiind filiaÅ£ia acestor materiale, poate reconstrui fondul pelagic din care au fost smulse.

The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart.

Mi corazón es como una roca cubierta de musgo, donde nunca falta una lágrima.

Maldita sea mi estrella aciaga, que ni en vida ni en muerte se dieron cuenta de que yo tenía corazón!

Y sabes que soy ridículamente pobre? —Demasiado me lo repitieron cuando me visitabas. El amparo que ahora te pido no es el de tu dinero, sino el de tu corazón.

Los elementos intelectuales no bastan para determinar su orientación; la febledad del carácter depende tanto de la consistencia moral como de aquéllos, o más. Sin algún ingenio, es imposible ascender por los senderos de la virtud; sin alguna virtud son inaccesibles los del ingenio. En la acción van de consumo. La fuerza de las creencias está en no ser puramente racionales; pensamos con el corazón y con la cabeza.

El gran puente, el asunto de mi cabeza y los redobles que se van acercando a mi morada, después no sé lo que pasó, pero ahora es medianoche, y estoy atravesando lo que mi corazón siente como un gran puente.

Ay! tal me ha sucedido siempre en los momentos más dolorosos de mi vida. Mi lengua, asaz habladora, enmudece cuando mi corazón estalla en sentimientos.

Huwag mong kalimutan na kahit pamana sa sangkatauhan ang karunungan, walang nagtatamo nito kundi ang may puso.

Never forget that if wisdom is the patrimony of mankind, only those of great heart will inherit it,

Mira aquí tus plantas, pues, todo el altivo rigor de este corazón traidor que rendirse no creía, adorando, vida mía, la esclavitud de tu amor.

There is beauty in truth, even if it's painful. Those who lie, twist life so that it looks tasty to the lazy, brilliant to the ignorant, and powerful to the weak. But lies only strengthen our defects. They don't teach anything, help anything, fix anything or cure anything. Nor do they develop one's character, one's mind, one's heart or one's soul.

On this battlefield man has no better weapon than his intelligence, no other force but his heart.

To me literature is forever blowing a horn, singing about youth when youth is irretrievably gone, singing about your homeland when in the schitzophrenia of the times you find yourself in a land that lies over the ocean, a land - no matter how hospitable or friendly - where your heart is not, because you landed on these shores too late.

nada es fijo ni permanece inmóvil en el trémulo corazón del hombre.

Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.