Quotes About Heart

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghosty heart

We do not conquer life, no one can conquer what one cannot define, but at least it is there and it is ours to shape and to possess fully, with all the senses working, with all the powers of the heart surging, as we search for the answer to the greatest riddle of them all- death, the ultimate end, the enemy of all men, the final quietus to the noblest of emotions, the tenacity and ethereal creativity of faith.

Duty comes in many forms; at times duty to country may conflict with duty to family. Yet, with a lucid mind the guises can be torn away and in the end, duty becomes but one, and that duty is to value justice above everything--to do what is right not because someone ordains it, but because the heart which is the seat of truth decrees it so.

She was benediction, a touch of faith, life itself coursing through my veins collapsed in age and turmoil, and to my fatigued and weary heart, a new and vibrant throb.

It is the heart which dictates, which rules, which lets us live and die.

No matter how shut in we are by weather, by physical handicaps or by such mental conditions as we manufacture for ourselves, we are still free people as long as the mind functions, the imagination is stirred and the desire to reach out, to experience, feel and know, is with us; as long as the heart beats and with it the pulses of love, interest, and empathy for and with other people.

If home is where the heart is, the we're all just fucked.

Time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start, so dance alone to the beat of your heart.

You never know what's in a person's heart until they're tested, do you?

You know, a heart can be broken, but it still keeps a-beating just the same.

When once--which every body must be--you are convinced of the wickedness and deceit of men, it is impossible to preserve untainted your own innocence of heart.

Why does a heart wear its eyes into hell like slivers of false sunshine

If one completes the journey to one's heart, one will find oneself in the heart of everyone else.

Odiava i giorni monotoni che non le portavano nessuna emozione, che scorrevano per lei come per tutti gli altri. Ella si sentiva fatta in un modo diverso dal comune, si sentiva destinata a qualche cosa di alto e di grande. Chi aveva un cuore come il suo? Chi poteva comprenderla?

Come le si era chiuso il cuore ai primi disinganni, nel vedere che l'amor suo non bastava a Raimondo, che egli pensava diversamente da lei, che faceva consistere la felicità in cose senza valore per lei!

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars, but my way is lost in the soul of the mist. Light lops my wings.

And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…

El corazón Que tenía en la escuela Donde estuvo pintada La cartilla primera ¿Está en ti Noche negra Frío frío Como el agua Del río. El primer beso Que supo a beso y fue Para mis labios niños Como la lluvia fresca ¿Está en ti Noche negra

I alone with my undiscovered love, without heart, without tears, towards the skies' impossible roof with a huge sun to console me.

My silk heart's filled with lights, lost bells, lilies and bees, and I'll go far, further than these mountains, further than the seas, close to the stars and I'll say to Christ, Lord, give me back the child's soul I once had

Caracola" They've bought me a shell. It sings inside a sea on a map. My heart fills up with water with a little fish shadow & silver. They've brought me a shell.

My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the finery of a white-faced clown. Love, sweet Love, hides under a spider. The sun, another spider, hides me under legs of gold. I will not find my fortune, for I am like Love himself, whose arrows are tears, and whose quiver is the heart...

You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.

Nos espera una larga locura de luceros que hay detrás de la muerte. ¡Corazón, no desmayes!