Quotes About Heart

When the hammer of logic and the fire of human zeal fail to open the stony heart, unction will succeed.

La paura gli stava dentro come un cane arrabbiato: guaiva, ansava, sbavava, improvvisamente urlava nel suo sonno; e mordeva, dentro mordeva, nel fegato nel cuore. Di quei morsi al fegato che continuamente bruciavano e dell'improvviso doloroso guizzo del cuore come di un coniglio vivo in bocca al cane, i medici avevano fatto diagnosi, e medicine gli avevano dato da riempire tutto il piano del comò: ma non sapevano niente, i medici, della sua paura.

Ma certe cose che la mente non intende, il cuore le intende.

No more did the frozen heart ache.

With shrieks of adoration it flung itself on human breasts, 'to crush you, to suck your life away. I cannot drag my own weight over the crust of the earth so you must carry me on your back so that in time you will be crippled with my weight.' These words are in every heart in the mating season.

The skeleton's lodgings had an ancient head and modern feet. The ceiling was the sky, the floor the earth. It was painted white and decorated with snowballs in which a heart beat. He looked like a transparent monument dreaming of an electric breast, and gazed without eyes, with a pleasant and invisible smile, into the inexhaustible supply of silence that surrounds our star.

If young people tell me I'm young at heart, I take offence -- I'm OLD at heart. Si la gente joven me dice que soy joven de corazón, me ofendo: soy VIEJA de corazón.

There was no remedy for the needle in my heart with its long thread of old blood.

Reason must know the heart's reasons and every other reason

The number-one killer in this country is heart disease. And the majority of people suffer their first major heart attack on Monday morning between eight and nine. That is the time, of course, when most people are getting ready to go to jobs that they don't like, jobs that are making them sick.

As long as your heart is open to the possibilities, you will find that whatever you're seeking is also seeking you!

Book of Life says, "Where your heart is, there your treasure is also."3

The lady said the Langston who wrote these words is a poet. Seems more like a magician to me, pulling words from my heart I never knew I had" -Langston

When it was finally my turn, I felt I was growing a whole new chamber in my heart. I nearly swooned, staring at the baby like a lover. I'd never seen anything so delicate and beautiful, so sweet, every feature perfect.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,

The gospel is not outward rituals and sacrifices, it is a living sacrifice. It is to have the laws of God written in our heart. It is to have a soft, listening, responding heart to God.

Until Jesus Christ is the obsession of your heart, you'll always be looking to mere men to meet your needs that only Him can fill. Only when you make Jesus Christ your first love,will you be ready for a love story that reflects His glory.

The only way to get change is not through the courts or — heaven forbid — the politicians, but through a change of human consciousness and through a change of heart. Only through the arts — music, poetry, dance, painting, writing — "can we really reach each other

Hope is always good." He looked me in the face grinning, full of faith in me and in life. "You know, doctors always say the liver is the only organ that can regenerate itself. But they're wrong, Leslie. The heart can, too. Promise me you'll keep hoping.

A proud heart may suffer from an inferiority complex or low self-esteem, even though these problems may seem incompatible with a heart ruled by pride. However, the insecure-yet-proud don't feel inferior due to moral failures or spiritual inadequacies, but rather because they don't measure up to the things they crave or believe are essential for their well-being.

But grief is also a tonic. It is a healing elixir, made of tears that lubricate the heart.

Then into His hand went mine, And into my heart came He; And I walk in a light Divine, The path I had feared to see. George MacDonald

Personal violence did not come naturally to Eliot; in fact he had found it distasteful. What could he say, he was a sensitive individual, fate had blessed and cursed him with a tender heart.

But what good was greatness if you didn't love?