Quotes About Heart

Pierre's insanity consisted in the fact that he did not wait, as before, for personal reasons, which he called people's merits, in order to love them, but love overflowed his heart, and, loving people without reason, he discovered the unquestionable reasons for which it was worth loving them.

I am certain, too, that such a soul, such a heart and principles, as are hers are not to be found elsewhere in the world of the present day." (I do not know whence he had derived the habit of saying that few good things were discoverable in the world of the present day, but at all events he loved to repeat the expression, and it somehow suited him.)

La alegría es el fuego de los corazones indomables y ningún contratiempo puede apagar sus corazones ardientes

No ser feliz es dudar de nuestro cuerpo, del calor de nuestra sangre, del fuego devorador del corazón, de la claridad del espíritu que inunda nuestro ser

Music is the emotional life of most people.

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.

Love is the only engine of survival

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

It's a pity if someone… has to console himself for the wreck of his days with the notion that somehow his voice, his work embodies the deepest, most obscure, freshest, rawest oyster of reality in the unfathomable refrigerator of the heart's ocean, but I am such a one, and there you have it.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

BODY OF LONELINESS She entered my foot with her foot and she entered my waist with her snow. She entered my heart saying, "Yes, that's right." And so the Body of Loneliness was covered from without, and from within the Body of Loneliness was embraced. Now every time I try to draw a breath she whispers to my breathlessness, "Yes, my love, that's right, that's right.

Don't write about ideas ... write about convictions of the heart.

We made a little garden in the middle of L.A. so our hearts they wouldn't harden & our spirits they could play

every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee.

No juice to be hopeless, no heart to be sad. I tried in the wind, tried in the sand.

In the thin light of hunted pleasure, I become afraid that I will never know my sorrow. I call on you with a cry that concentrates the heart. When will I cry out in gratitude? When will I sing to your mercy?

Kindle the darkness of my calling, let me cry to the one who judges the heart in justice and mercy. Arouse my heart again with the limitless breath you breathe into me, arouse the secret from obscurity.

Sit down, master on this rude chair of praises, and rule my nervous heart with your great decrees of freedom.

O master of my breath, create a man around these nostrils, and gather my heart toward the gravity of your name. Form me again with an utterance and open my mouth with your praise. There is no life but in affirming you, no world to walk on but the one which you create.

O master of my breath, create a man around these nostrils, and gather my heart toward the gravity of your name. Form me again with an utterance and open my mouth with your praise.

The band is playing Auld Lang Syne But the heart will not retreat There's no forsaking what you love No existential leap As witnessed here in time and blood A thousand kisses deep

I was always working steady But I never called it art Meeting Jesus reading Marx Sure it failed my little fire But it's bright the dying spark Go tell the young messiah What happens to the heart.

For each of us is A separate miracle In a collective miracle Brought together For a moment By a group of notes And a scan of words From the heart Of one Who dares To think That others Might feel As he feels