Quotes About Heart

But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky...

[A]lways I have a chair for you in the smallest parlor in the world, to wit, my heart.

Heart pumps blood — and love, passion, hurt, joy, faith.

Let the rays of your heart shine on all who pass by.

But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

Don't feed your heart anxiety — it's only hungry for love.

Speech is a prank of Parliament, Tears a trick of the nerve, – But the heart with the heaviest freight on Doesn't always swerve.

Seek the wise and loving counsel of your Higher Self in the secret chamber of your heart.

New heart makes new health, dear. Happiness is haleness.

The naïve follow their hearts. The wise lead with their hearts.

Don't let misery settle into your heart — welcome only love.

Carry your heart and your curls, and nothing more but your fingers.

...Lost in your heart, lost in your eyes Lost every day, no map to follow Entire days, weeks, a blur Flickers of light, in the darkness, Only to be enveloped in shadows once more...

They say "follow your heart," but if your heart is in a million pieces which piece do you follow?

Physically, our home is small and the rest of the world is large — but in our hearts, it's the other way around.

...You 'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. But every house where Love abides, And Friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home-sweet-home: For there the heart can rest.

Hope is the gardener of the heart.

The destruction of ideals, whether those ideals were right or wrong, must also have been a shock to the mind and the heart. Life without idealism is empty indeed. We must have hope as we must have bread; to eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

You may feel that you are only patching up the house a little, so that it will be more comfortable to live in, but what you are really doing is inviting good temper, cool judgment, a happy heart, and the joy of life to come and dwell with you.

Every time I think of you, it is like getting a hug from the inside out.

She had never had any experiences of the heart. Her only experiences in such matters were of the books, where the facts of ordinary day were translated by fancy into a fairy realm of unreality;

Steward, Daughtry. Mr. Daughtry, friend, sir, or whatever I may name you, this is no fairy-story of the open boat, the cross-bearings unnamable, and the treasure a fathom under the sand. This is real. I have a heart. That, sir"—here he waved his extended hand under Daughtry's nose—"is my hand. There is only one thing you may do, must do, right now. You must take that hand in your hand, and shake it, with your heart in your hand as mine is in my hand.

The Vine of Life grows a single melon. The color of the heart is unknown until the rind is split.

Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.