Quotes About Heart

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obedience to the heart.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy kind delight.

A thoughtOf that late death took all my heart for speech.

Land of Heart's Desire,Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

For such,Being made beautiful overmuch,Consider beauty a sufficient end,Lose natural kindness and maybeThe heart-revealing intimacyThat chooses right, and never find a friend.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,You'd know the folly of being comforted.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O. When may it suffice?

To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those who are not entirely beautiful.

Out of Ireland have we come. Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic heart.

Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. Oh, when may it suffice?

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

They must go out of the theatre with the strength they live by strengthened from looking upon some passion that could, whatever its chosen way of life, strike down an enemy, fill a long stocking with money or move a girl's heart.

The fall of man is the result of the blinding of the 'eye of the heart' (chashm-i dil or 'ayn al-qalb), which alone sees with the vision of gnosis.

The temporal cannot know the Eternal, so to the extent that the Sufi contemplates God in his heart, God Himself is the contemplator: Ultimately, the Witness, the Witnesser, and the Witnessing are all one. (p. 288)

theseare the desolate, dark weekswhen nature in its barrennessequals the stupidity of man.The year plunges into nightand the heart plungeslower than night.

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

Here the heartMay give a useful lesson to the head,And Learning wiser grow without his books.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'dWith melting airs or martial, brisk, or grave:Some chord in unison with what we hearIs touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.

Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give an useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books....