Quotes About Heart

Who would have thought my shrivel'd heartCould have recovered greenness?

Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity; That I may run, rise, rest with thee.

Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee.

Lord restore thine image, hear my call: And though my hard heart scarce to thee can groan, Remember that thou once didst write in stone.

The darkness brought a strange kind of release, and you wished secretly in your heart that darkness would descend on the whole earth so that you could get a chance to see how much energy there was stored in your little self. You could get a chance to leave the cage. You would be free.

At the heart of ech of us,whatever the imperfections..exists a silent pulse of perfect rhythm....which connect us to the universe.

Of what is the body made? It is made of emptiness and rhythm. At the ultimate heart of the body, at the heart of the world, there is no solidity... there is only the dance.

Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue,

When I look into my heart, and take a view of my wickedness, it looks like an abyss infinitely deeper than hell.

Regeneration, in other words, changed the whole person by changing the love at the heart of the person's being.

Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.

When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.

You'll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart.

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 T. S. Eliot 'The Waste Land

When the hammer strikes a nail, the extreme force of the blow on the broad head is transmitted without loss to the point. The head of the nail is the whole of eternity and the point of that nail is pressed to the center of the human heart. " [ quoting Simone Weil from memory ]

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...

If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent... but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love's not always wise, I've learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us. Don't we, Mother?

all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror. All this I dreamt, and more.

You will never find the eye with your fingers, Bran. You must search with your heart."Jojen studied Bran's face with those strange green eyes. "Or are you afraid?" "Maester Luwin says there's nothing in dreams that a man need fear." "There is," said Jojen. "What?" "The past. The future. The truth.

A fable from the Age of Heroes." The maester tsked. "You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.

A fool sings what he will, the master told his anxious princess, "You must not take his word to heart. On the morrow he may remember another song and this one will never be heard again.

Nel mio cuore c'è un debole per storpi, bastardi e cose spezzate. Tyrion Lannister