Quotes About Heart

Awfully glad to be home My heart suddenly mends again Among my neighbors and friends again As I start tying loose ends again

My ambition is to reach the heart of the average American, not the highbrow nor the lowbrow but that vast intermediate crew which is the real soul of the country.

Maybe it's because the kiss you gave me, Touched my heart and went right through. I can't tell you why, I only know That I fell helplessly in love with you.

I fix what's broken - except in the heart.

God will speak to you— not that you will hear audible words in your ears, but words that you will clearly understand in your heart.

Then she laughed, a bubbling, deliciously girlish laugh, and the Thing relaxed its hold on her heart, turned up its toes, and died.

Poor Christine! She had long ago spent the days of her young motherhood in the marketplace, and now that they were all squandered, she had so few pleasant things left to remember. So she crouched low over the dull embers of a few half-memories in order to warm her old heart.

That is, adoration was patient and waiting while love or, if you liked, plain sexual passion banged everything about. It either shouted or thought it knew too much, and it had always left him cold and had not involved his heart. Therefore, if he wanted to get involved now it would be on his own terms and at his own pace.

far too many people die with a heart that's gone flat with indifference, and it surely must be a terrible way to go. Life will offer us amazing opportunities, but we've got to be wide-awake to recognize them.

It's our hearts that tell us the truth of things, honey, and my heart has never betrayed me. Not ever.

Don't grow up too fast, darling. Age is inevitalbe but if you nurture a childlike heart you'll never grow old.

I realized that Southern hospitality not only came from the heart but was a practiced social art that had been passed down from one generation to the next—like fine silverware or china. Southerners had a way of doing things that made you feel special

Because I just do. This isn't something I think in my brain—it's something I feel in my heart, and there's a mighty big difference between the two. It's our hearts that tell us the truth of things, honey, and my heart has never betrayed me. Not ever.

Cecelia Rose, she said, reaching for my hand, "far too many people die with a heart that's gone flat with indifference, and it surely must be a terrible way to go. Life will offer us amazing opportunities, but we've got to be wide-awake to recognize them.

Miz Goodpepper leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "My grandmother said, 'Don't grow up too fast, darling. Age is inevitable, but if you nurture a childlike heart, you'll never ever grow old.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I've learned. It's the heart that takes top honors.

We can't begin to understand what God has planned for us, But we face each day with a smile, and in his name we trust For in this vast world.....is Love If only we could see the dove It seems sometimes he doesn't care When things get rough and hard to bear But with our Faith we can survive Because in our hearts HE is Alive

Good humor and laughter are far too wonderful not to come straight from the heart of God.

Courage comes from a heart that is CONVINCED it is loved.

Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts. That's what little girls are made of; the heck with sugar and spice.

For those who make Hawaii their home, aloha means much more than a hello and good-bye greeting. It goes way back to the old Hawaiian traditions, and it means a mutual regard and affection of one person for another without any expectation of something in return. Translation: it means you do something from the pureness of your heart.

I may be justifying my pockets of chaos, but I will always choose people over perfection and the heart over task and tidy.

Where do the winds go? What does the rain know? Where is the egg when the bird has flown? Where does the moon sleep? What makes the sea deep? Where is the soul when the breast is bone? What makes the mouth sing? What loves listening? Where is the tune when the song is done? Where is our joined heart, when at last our hands part And we have returned to be sea, to be sun?

The line of his cheek bunched in a smile. My heart made a little lurch toward him. But if I let it move, it would spill its cargo into the sea of pain, so I held it still again, tight and cold.