Quotes About Heart

The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion of dawn and kisses vanish. Only the desert remains. Undulating desert.

As I lose myself in the heart of certain children, I have lost myself in the sea many times. Ignorant of the water I go seeking a death full of light to consume me. — Federico García Lorca, from "Gacela De La Huida (Garcela Of The Flight)," The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca . Trans. Stephen Spender and J. L. Gili. (New Directions; unknown edition May 17, 2005) Originally published December 3rd 1915.

HOY siento en el corazón Un vago temblor de estrellas Pero mi senda se pierde. En alma de la niebla.

Le atrajeron con engaños, que el creyó, por su desdicha, y se acercó, satisfecho, con sus buques, a la orilla. ¡Malhaya el corazón noble que de los malos se fía!, que al poner el pie en la arena, le prendieron los realistas.

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale. (Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the vivid morning I wanted to be myself. A heart. And at the evening's end I wanted to be my voice. A nightingale. Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love. - Ditty of First Desire

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows?

Deep is a wounded heart, and strong A voice that cries against a mighty wrong And full of death as a hot wind's blight, Doth the ire of a crushed affection light.

Competition is the heart, soul, liver, lungs and kidney of the beast we call Western capitalism.

El amor todas las cosas vence.

cuando el bus de la realidad, como el del recuerdo, paró justamente en la plaza de Cisneros, en el corazón del ratero barrio de Guayaquil.

Al que coincide conmigo le abro de inmediato un campito en mi corazón y le otorgo la categoría de poseedor indiscutible de la verdad.

El que corre corre hacia la muerte, que a veces se comporta como una verdadera haragana y se sienta simplemente a esperar a que el cristiano trabaje por ella y tome un revólver el apurado y se despache de un tiro cualquiera en el corazón.

I am compelled to plead my own defence before this Court. There are two reasons: first, because I have been deprived almost entirely of legal advice; second, because only he who has been outraged as deeply as I, and who has seen his country so forsaken, its justice so reviled, can speak on an occasion like this with words made of the blood of his own heart and the very marrow of truth.

Something large and happy has unfolded in my chest, erupting in a smile that won't quit. I can't remember ever feeling so light-hearted. Or is my heart full? Or bursting? Not aching, that's for sure.

My heart is its own fierce country where no one else is welcome.

It's not what we eat or don't eat that makes us good people; it's how we treat one another. As you grow older, you'll find that people of every religion think they're the best, but that's not true. There are good and bad people in every religion. Just because someone is Muslim, Jewish, or Christian doesn't mean a thing. You have to look and see what's in their hearts. That's the only thing that matters, and that's the only detail God cares about.

Nay, a heart of love is treasure, and the best the world contains.

Keep thy heart (or imagination) with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life." (Prov. 4:23.)

The Light of Lights streams through my mind, body, and affairs, revealing all in Divine order. My heart is a happy heart, a fearless heart, a forgiving heart, a kind heart, in its right place, doing its right work.

But responsibility hardens the heart. It must.

Therefore, it is necessary to guard our heart and our external senses from indecent spectacles: each of us becomes what we see, what we listen to, and what we read.