Quotes About Heart

Be bold, be bold, but not too bold, lest that your heart's blood should run cold.

It's you I love. I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so we'll that I could behave as though I didn't have one. Even now, it's a shabby, worm eaten, and scabrous thing. But it's yours… you probably guessed as much… but just incase you didn't

My heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world.

But my heart keeps beating harder, and I shrink into myself, as though if I am still enough, anxiety will stop gnawing on my insides.

I spent so much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have on at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it's yours.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

Maybe Taryn isn't the only one who has decided to fall in love.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours." - Cardan

Cardan hätte der Junge aus dem Herzen aus Stein aus Aslogs Geschichte sein sollen, doch irgendwie hatte er es zugelassen, dass sein Herz zu Glas geworden war. Mit jedem Atemzug spürte er die zerbrochenen Scherben in seiner Lunge.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Tell your king that if he declares war, I will make him armour of ice to shatter every blade that strikes it and that will make his heart too cold to feel pity. Tell him I will make him three swords that, when used in the same battle, will fight with the might of thirty soldiers.

Nicasia's wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart I yearn to best them.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy.' He looks at me. 'Is that right? It would explain much about your kind if it's possible to mistake the two.

I pictured Locke's heart shot through with an arrow and then shook my head to get rid of the image. It wasn't like me to think things like that. It especially wasn't like me to have a brief jolt of satisfaction from it.

We- the Folk- don't love like you do,' Locke said. 'Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. your heart beats fast. your senses are heighten. you grow light headed, maybe even a little dizzy.

It's you I love.'' he says. ''I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Now the Court's heart is yours and yours alone. Let's break it.

He behaved as though he had a heart of stone, so she gave him one.

That's smart,' Justin said, thinking of Theseus picking his way through the Minotaur's lair, unwinding Ariadne's string behind him. Thinking of how his heart had pounded when he was lost in the stacks. It wasn't just smart, it was clever, even classical. He wished he'd thought of it.

They're fickle as cats and twice as cruel. You know the tales. They'll steal your heart if you let them and if you don't, they'll curse you for your good sense. They're night things—spirits—and don't care for the day. They don't like gold, either. It reminds them of the sun.