Quotes About Heart

Have patience, heart.

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son's death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I've lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men—

When night falls and the world lies lost in sleep, I take to my bed, my heart throbbing, about to break, anxieties swarming, piercing—I may go mad with grief.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Must you have battle in your heart forever? The bloody toil of combat? Old contender, will you not yield to the immortal gods? That nightmare cannot die, being eternal evil itself – horror, and pain, and chaos; there is no fighting her, no power can fight her. All that avails is flight.

With that the dream departed, leaving him there, his heart racing with hopes that would not come to pass. He thought he would take the city of Priam then, that very day, the fool.

Achilleus started awake, staring,        and drove his hands together, and spoke, and his words were sorrowful:        Ã¢â'¬Å"Oh, wonder! Even in the house of Hades there is left something,        a soul and an image, but there is no real heart of life in it.

But the Achaian men went silently, breathing valor,        stubbornly minded each in his heart to stand by the others.

Poor Andromache! Why does your heart sorrow so much for me? No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think no man has yet escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward.

Stand strong, my heart; through even worse pain you have suffered. (??????? ??, ??????· ??? ???????? ???? ???? ?????.) Odyssey, Rhapsody 20:18

You are indeed a man of sorrows and have suffered much...pray be seated now, here on this chair, and let us leave our sorrows, bitter though they are, locked up in our own hearts, for weeping is cold comfort and does little good.

If any man, so lost in his strength and prowess, pays you no respect Ã¢â'¬â€just pay him back . . . Do what you like. Whatever warms your heart.

and for all our grief we will hide our sorrows in our hearts, for weeping will not avail us. The immortals know no care, yet the lot they spin for man is full of sorrow.

Never once have you taken courage in your heart to arm with your people for battle, or go into ambuscade with the best

During the daytime I glut myself with sorrow and lament, having my own duties to see to, and my house-maidens' work: but night falls and the world sleeps. Then I lie in my bed and the swarming cares so assail my inmost heart that I go distraught with misery.

Alcinous' daughter Nausicaa was the only one to stand firm. Athena put courage into her heart and took away the fear from her limbs, and she stood her ground and faced him.

In this ever-changing society, the most powerful and enduring brands are built from the heart. They are real and sustainable. Their foundations are stronger because they are built with the strength of the human spirit, not an ad campaign. The companies that are lasting are those that are authentic.

Keep alive the dream; for as long as a man has a dream in his heart, he cannot lose the significance of living.

A Hopi Indian named Sun Chief said: I had learned many English words and could recite part of the Ten Commandments. I knew how to sleep on a bad, pray to Jesus, comb my hair, eat with a knife and fork, and use a toilet. . . . I had also learned that a person thinks with his head instead of his heart.

Da li bi ?ovjek trebao tetovirati srce na ?elo? Tada bi cijeli svijet vidio: srce mu je udarilo u glavu. A budu?i da bi to bilo srce boje tinte, modro poput umiranja, agonijsko, moglo bi se re?i i: smrt mu je udarila u glavu. Mi samo trebamo zapisati koliko duboko nas je pogodio užas.

Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!

It had been a bad trip ... fast and wild in some moments, slow and dirty in others, but on balance it looked like a bummer. On my way back to San Francisco, I tried to compose a fitting epitaph. I wanted something original, but there was no escaping the echo of Mistah Kurtz' final words from the heart of darkness: The horror! The horror! ... Exterminate all the brutes!

I had a soft spot in my heart for Ronald Regan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth, and also because his wife gave the best head in Hollywood.

The point of the story is that the universe is one gigantic Wishing Tree, with branches that reach into every heart. The cosmic process decrees that sometime or other, in this life or another, each of these wishes will be granted—together, of course, with consequences.