Quotes About Heart

You see only with your heart, because your eyes miss what matters.

Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.

One night, Tess finds me sobbing during the health segment of the evening news. Scientists have discovered scarred cells from cardiac arrest fall away over time, and she can't understand how sadly hopeful that is. To me, it means that the human heart has the capacity to heal itself.

I didn't realize it until now, but I don't really know anything about them, or what kind of people they are, really. You can't see inside a person's heart.

When he watched her sleeping, he often thought, My heart lies vulnerable outside my chest.

Crying is one of the highest devotional songs. One who knows crying, knows spiritual practice. If you can cry with a pure heart, nothing else compares to such a prayer. Crying includes all the principles of Yoga.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart. 'Cause that's all that matters in the end.

Fear can wash away your dreams and fill up all the corners of your heart. You can drown in your fear. Do you hear this? Someday you will have to begin living, and how you do that will be a huge surprise to you because it will be like nothing you ever imagined. Nothing at all.

If women could see what is real & true & how the elegant possession of what's in each of our individual hearts is what matters more than anything.

For if people could see- if women especially could see- what is real and true and how the elegant possession of what is in each of our individual hearts is what matters more than anything.

Working for love is a curse. Working from love is a ministry.

Fear is the most socially accepted sin in the Church. Fear is a serial killer, the prime suspect in the death of more people on the planet than all other diseases combined. Fear in every form has been linked to heart disease, cancer, autoimmune disorders, mental illness and many other sicknesses. Fear is the welcome mat to demonic activity in our lives.

Bad words are like eating fruit from a poison tree. The deadly fruit of destructive words encompasses us every day. It is up to us not to consume and assimilate these words by allowing them to take root in our minds and hearts.

We have to remind ourselves that we are Kingdom people destined to live in righteousness, peace and joy. We continually must cultivate the garden of our hearts by feeding the soil of our minds with truth. We must refuse to believe lies about ourselves that sow weed seed into our beings, seeds that destroy our confidence and undermine our destiny. And finally, we must water the orchard of our hearts with words that build, edify and comfort us, realizing that we are the beloved of God.

When we set our hearts on fire, demonic predators stay out of our camp,

In many ways, religion comes from the same place in us that art comes from. The language of the human heart if poetry

God delights in beauty, Islam teaches at its core, and is beauty. Beauty is in creation, not destruction, and in balance. It is in the human intellect and the human heart and in their powers to apply sacred text towards creation and knowledge that edifies and enlivens.

Poetry is language that speaks to our hearts. And I'm using the biblical word heart. I think the closest equivalent to that in 21st-century language is our imaginations. The heart, in biblical physiology, is the center of our emotions, but also of our intellect. Those two things cannot be separated. And poetic language is precise. It is detailed, it's realistic, but it is not the discursive language of mere fact.

This is antiseptic language, which puts our human dramas in political and economic boxes and holds us at arm's length from the heart of the matter. Still, I feel more and more of us willingly seeing, choosing to care about the heart of the matter, holding the question of love,

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

sometimes our hearts just need time to accept what are heads already know

Tried be cheerful, tried be upbeat, tried not to let my feelings show, not to blame him, not to mind when day after day, week after week, his nonchalance eroded my heart. Sometimes, being an optimist was quite the fucking effort.

Then she smiled, just a flash, and something moved in Liam's chest. Something warm, and something he hadn't felt in a long time.

But here in the open air, this naked, solitary fiddle began a rhythm that played havoc with time, making patterns that set you to moving and told your heart it had been beating the wrong way all your misspent life.