Quotes About Heart

I have to believe in fairy tales and I have to believe in love.

I'm not opposed to falling in love.

I just really always try to do what's in my heart and I'm still passionate about the music; I still love what I am doing.

What well-bred woman would refuse her heart to a man who had just saved her life? Not one; and gratitude is a short cut which speedily leads to love.

I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected

Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.

I discovered that the heart is a breakable thing, but also discovered my capacity to love another person.

I still love coming home, but home is where the heart is. I take those whom I love most with me. That's my number one. My number two is being ready.

My love is unique. No one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful girl alive. Just by passing, she has stolen my heart.

The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

I think it is all a matter of love.

The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.

For Love will still be lord of all.

We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder.

The only way to have room enough in our hearts to truly love others is to purge all hatred, and replace it with love.

I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

Our affections are our life. We live by them; they supply our warmth.

What will a man not do when frantic with love? To what baseness will he not demean himself? What pangs will he not make others suffer, so that he may ease his selfish heart?

We may not substitute charity for godliness; but there is room for the Divine love in the heart which has been touched by the human.

Hatred toward any human being cannot exist in the same heart as love to God.