Quotes About Heart

I do love the young adult novels as a form and genre, because it has a purity of intention and heart.

...a fixation is very stubborn: it burrows into the brain and breaks the heart. There are many fixations, but love is the worst.

Love is what you are, not what you give or get!

...love and pity for hell's occupants will not enter our hearts.

The feeling of arms around me, of love in my heart, it was more powerful than any of the negativity I knew was existing in the world for me. That feeling of love killed it all.

Within my heart is carved a sculpture of your love.

We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

Is not poetry the food of love?

He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.

Sometimes it's hard to tell what's love and what's only indigestion

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

The cry for love and communion and for recognition that rises from the hearts of people in need reveals the fountain of love in us and our capacity to give life.

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

For me and my wife, it was love at first sight.

Because God loves us, he gives us practical teaching and boundaries to protect our hearts. The whole thing is one big expression of a father's love for his children.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

When you start to get influenced by your family, you feel love for someone else and your heart starts to move away from yourself.

The love is the part of us that can never go. It's the essence that was always there, so that can never go.

Edgar had a heart attack, and I'm to blame. We were making love, and I took the bag off my head.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

When you are in your heart, you love.