Quotes About Heart

Music is said to be the rejoicing of the heart: Music comforteth the mind, and feareth the enemy.

Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? See the stitches curve and crawl Round the cunning seams— Patterns thin and sweet and small As a lady's dreams.

We all have in our hearts a secret place where we keep, free from the contact of the world, our sweetest remembrances.

There's May amid the meadows There's May amid the trees... Above the rippling river May swallows skim and dart; November and December Keep watch within my heart.

Wearing his eyes in his heart, the optimist falls over his own feet, and calls it Progress.

Optimism... A kind of heart stimulant — the digitalis of failure.

Passion is oxygen for the soul.

Our heart's where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith and our hope and our honour We pledge to our native soil!...

Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you, that by striving to perfect yourselves therein, you may prepare to ascend to him.

Let the sublimated philosopher grasp visionary happiness while pursuing phantoms dressed in the garb of truth! Their supreme wisdom is supreme folly: and they mistake for happiness the mere absence of pain. Had they ever felt the solid pleasure of one generous spasm of the heart, they would exchange for it all the frigid speculations of their lives...

You don't need a camera all the time — the soul, heart, eyes, spirit, and all your other senses capture moments beautifully too.

Prose is too coarse, too heavy for romance — We need poetry for love & all things of chance.

A poet is a reporter, interviewing his own heart.

Now to form the complete poet, neither heart only, nor head only, is sufficient: the complete poet must have a heart in his brain, or a brain in his heart. Such was Shakspeare, complete because he had both, and supreme because he had both to the highest degree.

The poet pursues the trouble in your heart as pitilessly as he has ferreted out his own.

Here he had read to me his tear-stained page Of sorrow... here would try To lay his burden in the hands of Song, And make the Poet bear the Lover's wrong, But still his heart impatiently would cry: "In vain, in vain! You cannot teach to flow In measured lines so measureless a woe. First learn to slay this wild beast of despair, Then from his harmless jaws your honey tear!"

When we pray, our hearts glow a glorious joy that lights our souls and all the world around us.

Life's Unpredictability. — Mindfulness meditation doesn't change life. Life remains as fragile and unpredictable as ever. Meditation changes the heart's capacity to accept life as it is.

winter sneaks up on me before summer ends in my heart the spring blossoms arrive when my mind is still snowed in

Specks of universe in my soul, flurries of God in my head. Heart ticks away, doing its job— whispering poetry all the while. Enlightenment flickers subtly from old gray half-burnt wicks.

It's easy to get lost when the map is in your hand and not in your heart.

I skip to the heartbeat of my angel.

Skipping subtracts years from your heart, adds joy to your life, multiplies your happiness, and divides your stress. It's a prime exercise, and I count it among one of my greatest blessings.

The teeth are smiling, but is the heart?