Quotes About Heart

the work of the (Muslim Sufi) dervish community was to open the heart, explore the mystery of union, to fiercely search for and try to say the truth, and to celebrate the glory and difficulty in being in human incarnation.

There is no doubt that, if ever my heart were to call my master Chance by another name, I should make an excellent Catholic.

Je sais très bien, depuis longtemps, que j'ai un cœur déraisonnable, mais, de le savoir, ça ne m'arrête pas du tout.

I've known perfectly well, for a long time, that I have an irrational heart. But knowing it doesn't stop me in the least.

Philippe did not know how to express such a thought as: 'All too few are the occasions in life when, with mind content, eyes surfeited with beauty, heart light, retentive, and almost empty, there comes a moment for the senses to be filled to overflowing: I shall remember this as just such a moment.

It takes it out of you, writing with heart. And it was just for me really. Sort of a confirmation to myself that my inner diva can still make love to the keyboard when she's in the mood. I have to keep her roped and gagged when I'm writing for the newspapers. They don't like her at all. They don't want love. They want a quick tryst in a motel room that's forgotten in a few hours.

Somchai Asanajinda says as long as your heart can still beat for one, it can always beat for two.

Am auzit sau am citit c? filoanele de aur au uneori la suprafa?? un înveliÈ™ de cuarÈ›, din care e greu s? extragi metalul. Presupun c? È™i inima ta are un asemenea înveliÈ™; în?untru se afl? metalul preÈ›ios, dar afurisita asta de coaj? nu s-a topit de tot...

Peace is not made at the council table or by treaties, but in the hearts of men.

She put her cool hands to her hot cheeks, wondering why her heart should show so little regard for her feelings

Prayer, to the patriarchs and prophets, was more than the recital of well-known and well-worn phrases. It was the outpouring of the heart. Beset by perils, persecutions, pain and privations, they naturally turned to God in their need, believing that He was able to redeem them out of their troubles.

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

The conclusion, therefore, is that of Augustine, who said that the heart of man was created for God and that it cannot find rest until it rests in his Father's heart. Hence all men are really seeking after God, as Augustine also declared, but they do not all seek Him in the right way, nor at the right place.

Beneath the head lies the heart, out of which are the issues of life.

conversion means a religious and moral change in man, by which he gives up his sinful ways and learns to know, love, and serve with his whole heart the true God who has revealed himself in Christ;

Revelation in nature and revelation in Scripture form, in alliance with each other, a harmonious unity which satisfies the requirements of the intellect and the needs of the heart alike.

science, which can make known only the interrelations of things, but never their origin, essence and end, will never be able to satisfy the needs of the human heart.

The whole man is taken into fellowship with that one true God; not only his feelings, but also his mind and will, his heart and all his affections, his soul and his body.

According to Calvin the human voice exceeds all soulless instruments by far. While acknowledging that music is indeed apt to touch the human heart, his fear of contaminating the praise of God overrules this concession.[122] He fears that, by using musical instruments, the correct balance would be disturbed between the joy caused by music and the joy due to the praise of God.[123] It should quickly be added though that Calvin has no objections about playing on musical instruments at home.

The only ugliness is that of the heart, seen through the face. And though beauty be obvious, the only loveliness is invisible.

He heard the opening being shut like a trap, and his heart almost stopped beating, for this was the Fairies' home…

How can something that is true in your heart and in your mind not be real?

To say it was a dark and stormy night would be a gross understatement. It was colder than witch's kiss, wetter than a spring swamp, and blacker than a tax collector's heart. A sane man would have been curled up in front of a fire with a cup of mulled wine and a good boo-, ah, a willing wench.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. —William Butler Yeats