Quotes About Heart

The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightening and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not.

Mindfulness meditation doesn't change life. Life remains as fragile and unpredictable as ever. Meditation changes the heart's capacity to accept life as it is. It teaches the heart to be more accommodating, not by beating it into submission, but by making it clear that accommodation is a gratifying choice.

Our first teacher is our own heart-Cheyenne

They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind-Tuscarora

When a man moves away from nature his heart becomes hard—Lakota

The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.

He didn't see in himself what I saw— a generous soul who wanted so much to belong to something greater than himself. He didn't recognize what a miracle he was. When he didn't know what to do in a given situation, he let instinct and his heart take over. Despite all he'd been through, he had such an amazing capacity to feel and to love. He'd saved me, in so many ways. I was going to do whatever needed to be done to save him, too.

Speculation is necessary in business, but in affairs of the heart, it often leads to poor judgement.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me. --from Tulips, written 18 March 1961

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. –-from Daddy, written 12 October 1962

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You'll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace. --from Pursuit, written 1956

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart.

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts Nor the woman in the ambulance Whore red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly .... Oh my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart—— It really goes.

love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.

All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart. They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

And when the balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence How you jump—

The balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence