Quotes About Heart

He'd fill every moment with the seasons he'd found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.

As long as they could still be moved by a minor chord, or brought to a crisis of tears by scenes of lovers reunited; as long as there was room in their cautious hearts for games of chance, and laughter in the face of God, that must surely be enough to save them, at the last. If not, there was no hope for any living thing.

And the stories she'd been told, were they confessions of uncommitted crimes, accounts of the worst imaginable, imagined to keep fiction from becoming fact? The thought chased its own tail: these terrible stories still needed a first cause, a well-spring from which they leaped... Were these inventions common currency, as Purcell had claimed? Was there a place, however small, reserved in every heart for the monstrous?

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But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving.

Poor Grigor. His heart simply became too heavy, there in the cavity of his chest.

The secret triumph you keep in your heart.

Belki kendi kalbi bile onun kötülüÄŸünden b?km??t?r...

He has to trust a stranger to do the right thing. It was impossible, like loving the one who wanted to destroy you, but that was the message of the movement: to trust in the ultimate decency that lived in every human heart.

agape as a divine love operating in the heart of man. A selfless love, an incandescent love, the highest there

The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.

It was as if they wanted to take their older bodies and put their younger hearts inside.

The only thing that matters, as Faulkner once put it, is the human heart in conflict with itself.

I changed Lessing's35 words – Anyone who does not lose his reason over certain things, has no reason – into: Anyone whose heart remains calm today, has no heart.

And if you were to come across her unexpectedly on the road, your heart would not beat faster like a trapped bird fluttering in your chest?" "A trapped bird?" Gray laughed. "Good God, man, what has come over you?" "I was trying to be poetical," Win said in a lofty manner. "I have the heart of a poet, you know." "You do not.

Words are no match for love.

Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death." This

Sella conmigo tu corazón... pues fuerte como la muerte es el amor (Cantar de los Cantares 8,6).

Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death.

Only those things the heart believes are true.

Can it be that distance makes the heart feel fonder, and scatters roses where nettles really grow?

So ran the speech. Burdened and sick at heart, He feigned hope in his look, and inwardly Contained his anguish. […] Aeneas, more than any, secretly Mourned for them all

Et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus...

Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amori.