Quotes About Heart

there is the rare kind of time in which I live - the pause, the hiatus, when the heart is like a feather....

Solitude was corrupting me...My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

He excused himself saying he felt out of sorts, and continued to clean the bowl of his pipe as fiercely as if it were my heart he was hollowing out.

You who conceal your strongest feelings must think me a shameless little idiot for throwing open my poor bruised heart like this.

And here a life had come apart in darkness, and the room had grown a ghostly thorax, with a heart unknown, unloved -- but not alone.

I have tried to teach you to read books for the sake of their form, their visions, their art. I have tried to teach you to feel a shiver of artistic satisfaction, to share not the emotions of the people in the book but the emotions of its author — the joys and difficulties of creation. We did not talk around books, about books; we went to the center of this or that masterpiece, to the live heart of the matter.

Mi corazón debe seguir andando. Excepto si tú ya fueras mi destino…

De kilheid van haar eigen hart verbaasde haar. Ze was een meer met onvermoede diepten, ijskoud was het water daar.

What is the real game? It is a game in which the heart is entertained, the game in which you are entertained. It is the game you will win. - Maharaji

Just because I loves you– That's de reason why Ma soul is full of color Like de wings of a butterfly. Just because I loves you That's de reason why Ma heart's a fluttering aspen leaf When you pass by.

Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamers. Bring me all of your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too rough fingers Of the world.

Open your heart, and life will provide unlimited abundance.

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamers, Bring me all of your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

What right has anyone to say That I Must throw out pieces of my heart For pay?

He has resisted Temptation for Centuries, A stone cold warrior whose frozen heart refuses to thaw- Until Her..

When he spoke, there was an odd vulnerability to his deep voice. As if he were letting her peek inside one of the dark chambers of the heart he seemed so sure he didn't possess.

I love you. You are mine. In my heart, I knew that from the beginning. You are my beloved, Tavia, my only one.

I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.

Besides, there wasn't a breed of succubi out there that didn't steal something. Whether it was your seed, your soul, your life-force, or your heart, they sucked something out of you and rarely gave back. Sin definitely did not strike him as the giving kind.

He leaped to his feet, grabbed her, and spun her to face him. "No more bullshit, Sin. Feel what you've done." He took her hand and pressed it to her chest, where her heart was pounding painfully fast. So was his. "Let yourself feel something for someone else." ~Con

What are you talking about, Sin? You don't want anyone to own you... Or your heart?' She laughed bitterly, and entered the Harrowgate. 'I don't have a heart for anyone to take.

I love you, female. You already own my heart. Why not the rest of me.

Touch my soul, Vex." Stopping in front of her, he took one of her hands and pressed it over his heart. "On my honor, it's you I want. Only you.

Writing voice isn't as much a function of thinking as it is something that eludes definition and therefore assimilation.  The more artful flavors of prose are more often a function of intuition and imitation fused with heart and wit and delivered with a strong does of lyric sensibility. It