Quotes About Heart

I am not a smile. These children are after something,with hooks and cries, And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly – A gift, a love gift Utterly unasked for By a sky Palely and flamily Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes Dulled to a halt under bowlers. Oh my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frosts, in a dawn of cornflowers.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

Inspiré profundamente y escuché el antiguo estribillo de mi corazón. Yo soy Yo soy Yo soy.

How frail the human heart must be ? a throbbing pulse , a trembling thing ? a fragile, shining instrument of crystal, which can either weep or sing.

Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Tulipány by mÄ›ly být v kleci, je to divoká zv??; otevírají se jako tlama nÄ›jaké velké africké Å¡elmy a pojednou vím, že mám srdce: otvírá, zavírá vázu svých rudých kvÄ›t?, ?istÄ› jen z lásky ke mnÄ›. Když ochutnám vodu, je teplá a slaná a te?e sem ze zemÄ› daleké jako zdraví.

Those words spoke to my heart with peace, as if in comment, kindly, on my life, my days.

Clouds pass and disperse. / Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? / Is it for such I agitate my heart? — Sylvia Plath, from "Elm," The Collected Poems (HarperPerennial, 1992)

i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart

Bez tej mi?o?ci mo?na ?y?, mie? serce suche jak orzeszek, malutki los naparstkiem pi? z dala od zgryzot i pociesze? (...)

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed Which is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms

Still, a fanatic heart will ignore what it does not want to know," said Minasao. "It will excuse even that which cannot be excused in the need to find someone to share its bitterness.

Perhaps a heart was indeed like a piece of dry birchwood, and could only take fire and burn brightly once—that any fire that came after would be only an ember, smaller and cooler.

The Berbers believe that when people are born, they are born with a story inside them, locked in their heart. It looks after them, protects them." Dr. Mehdi flicked the hood of his jelaba down onto his neck and sipped his coffee. "Their task is to search for their

My heart bleeds buttermilk. -Daine

Your life might be easier if you were. A fool for love is happier than a Dog with a heart that's all leather.

She braced herself for the pain of the perfect horn breaking her heart.

Hope is a punishable offence. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Mother," said Shaina, "you told me I would come to you, and presumably you saw an advantage for yourself in so doing or you would not have troubled. Now, why are you trying to put cold in my heart and water in my bones?" "Because," said Barbayat, turning all the way around now towards Shaina, "it will only make you want him more when I tell you how dangerous it is to want, and how unlikely it is that you will succeed in obtaining more than your death.

Here's what I love about travel: strangers get a chance to amaze you. Sometimes a single day can bring a blooming surprise, a simple kindness that opens a chink in the brittle shell of your heart and makes you a different person when you go to sleep--more tender less jaded--than you were when you woke up.

You stole my heart, Regan,he told her. And I don't particularly want it back.