Quotes About Heart

My heart is ever at your service

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love   To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

But rather reason thus with reason fetter: Love sough is good but given unsought is better.

An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart.

Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man – As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of Death.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it. From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire.

O! never say that I was false of heart

Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words. (2.7.18-20)

Now he'll outstare the lighting. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear, and in that mood The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still A diminution in our captain's brain Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.

Knock... and ask your heart what it doth know.

O Lord that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.

Canst thou not... Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous Stuff Which weights upon the heart?

For their love Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love has surfeited. An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I then be elder than thou art?

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,   Which I by lacking have supposed dead;   And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,   And all those friends which I thought buried.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.

Las palabras están llenas de falsedad o de arte; la mirada es el lenguaje del corazón.

In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom? In his heart? In what chapter and verse of his heart? VIOLA (200) To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. To continue this metaphor—in the first chapter of his heart. OLIVIA Oh, I have read it. It is heresy. Have you no more to say? Oh, I have read that. It's not a holy message, it's heresy. Do you

Não podeis ministrar algum remédio A um espírito enfermo, e da memória Arrancar-lhe uma dor enraizada, Apagar-lhe os escrúpulos gravados Na alma? Não conheceis algum nepente Capaz de lhe extirpar a um peito inquieto A matéria que pesa insuportável No coração?