Quotes About Heart

Hark to the music! How beneath the strain Of reckless revelry, vibrates and sobs One fundamental chord of constant pain, The pulse-beat of the poet's heart that throbs.

Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless The poet-soul to help and soothe with song. Not then she bids his trembling lips express The aching gladness, the voluptuous pain. Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness.

Whatever sorrow thy young heart have found, Open it well, this ever-sacred wound Dealt by dark angels--give thy soul relief. Naught makes us nobler than a noble grief.

And the ideologies trailed after these impossible events like condemned prisoners, as ideologies do when they've had their day. Because they have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.

Why can I never set my heart on a possible thing?

I can only say what I myself have learned: that life's purpose is to grow. We have time in abundance- an enternity, in fact- to repeat our mistakes. We only need to correct them once, however- to learn our lesson and hear the song of enlightenment- to break the chain of vengeance forever. If we can do this personally, no matter how many others follow, our hearts will at least find peace.

Don't wonder about right and wrong. Those are weapons as deadly as bombs and bullets. Right is the goodness you carry in your heart—love for your ancestors and your baby and your family and for everything that lives. Wrong is anything that comes between you and that love.

I love her courage and heart! Funny, poignant, wise, and woke—an ideal travel companion." —Joan Walsh (The Nation, CNN)

as they are never more at home with their own hearts while so occupied. —Nathaniel

Design is not incidental to modern economies but integral; not a part of success but the heart of success; and not a sideshow but the centrepiece,

No matter where you are or what you're doing throughout the day, your heart should always be at home.

Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it.... While it lies there, it needs no constitution, no law, no court to save it.

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void.

There is, in the heart, the hard-rendering profit. As if we were plucking the leaves from the trees.

Medication cannot cure you of depression. Like a seatbelt, it can save your life—but a seatbelt never brought joy to anyone's heart. A seatbelt never put a skip in a step.

some houses have life—are home, are dwellings—and others don't. Dwelling is an old-fashioned word we've misplaced. When we live heart and soul, we dwell. When we belong

That's the way it was, always will be. nothing we can do to make it different. It's a story now, and stories have endings even when you don't know- fools like me- that you're already in the middle of one, and you're already making choices... Choices that will bring you to places you'd never thought you'd be, places in your heart you'll mourn and love the rest of your life.~Mr. Dees

Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.

Love, the hidden spring of life, and soul's desire. Celestial gold, secreted, laid by fire In every heart, in every thing that lives, In every thought that human impulse gives. The coin of heaven, the treasure of the earth, The rarest gift, and joy of largest worth.

The Soul can hear the violets grow! It can hear the throbbing heart of God!

Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven's making.

This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.

The night has a thousand eyes,'" Kit said hoarsely, and lifted her head to face the villain. The Baudelaires could tell by her voice that she was reciting the words of someone else. "'And the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one: yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.

La adopción es una decisión muy importante, algo que no suele suceder de forma impulsiva. Estoy seguro de que vosotros habéis deseado en algún momento de vuestra vida haber sido educados por gente distinta a la que os está educando, pero en el fondo de vuestro corazón sabíais que las posibilidades eran mínimas.