Quotes About Heart

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

Feeling his heart, it occurs to me that it beats just like everyone else's. Like mine.

She was . . . is beautiful. Like her mother. Like you." He touched me then, pressing one finger directly over my heart. "You have it in here." He coughed violently, his hand dropping away from me. "It's a beauty that nothing can take away. Not this world or its monsters.

I felt her heart pounding against her ribs and directly into me. Or maybe it was my heart. Curled against each other like two locked pieces of a puzzle, I could not tell where I ended and she began. There was just this. Us. One shared heart.

Ahora podrás mirarte la mano en cualquier momento, incluso cuando yo no esté y lo sabrás. - ¿Sabré qué? - Que mi corazón es tuyo, que te amo.

A heart of stone could never break. But it could feel fear.

When he endures nothing but endless miseries-- What pleasure is there in living the day after day, Edging slowly back and forth toward death? Anyone who warms their heart with the glow Of flickering hope is worth nothing at all. The noble man should either live with honor or die with honor. That's all there is to be said.

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say. "May new sufferings torment your soul."

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.

Who can be close to you without the Divine Light of his heart?

Once we are a creation, how much absurdity can there be in our heart without God the Creator.

Eternity is the stopped heart of Time.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life." ~ Proverbs 13:12, C3rd BCE

Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.

My friends, your people have both intellect and heart; you use these to consider in what way you can do the best to live.

The heart's words fall back unheard from Wisdom's throne.

There is a knowledge in the heart of sleep.

The Stormy life can be braved Only by the heart's sunny Meditations

My meditation Is my heart's God-Perfection-Satisfaction-song

When we go deep within, into the deepest recesses of our hearts, we commune with God through meditation. It is through meditation that we can know that God is both with form and without form, with attributes and without attributes

You must direct your full, intense concentration on the heart. You must feel that you are not the mind. You have to feel that you are growing into the heart. You are only the heart and nothing else

The beckoning Hands Of God's hopeful Smile Will, without fail, one day greet The fruitful cries Of man's prayerful heart.

Your heart will be shattered by sorrow If you force it to live In tomorrow's ephemeral imagination-world Instead of in today's eternal Reality-Now.

[T]he peace of mind that we get from meditation does not fade away. It lasts for good in some corner of the inmost recesses of our aspiring heart.