Quotes About Heart

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home

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.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. - Cardan

Someone poisoned the High King, and he is going to laugh and dance himself to death in front of a Court that will veer between delight and disgust. They will think him ridiculous as his heart stops.

Fearing him is a habit, a habit I could break with a bolt to his heart.

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.'' He walks to the door to the royal chambers as though to end the conversation. ''You probably guessed as much,'' he says. ''But just in case you didn't.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

It's you I love," he says. "I've 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.

Pasé gran parte de mi vida cuidando mi corazón. Lo guardé tan bien que podía comportarme como si no tuviera ninguno. Incluso ahora, es una cosa raída, carcomida y escabrosa. Pero es tuyo

By? raz sobie ch?opiec o pod?ym sercu - zacz??a. - Nie to nie tak by?o - przerwa? jej Cardan. - Inaczej zaczyna?a si? ta ba??. Przecie? mia? k??liwy j?zyk. - Ch?opcy si? zmieniaj?. - powiedzia?a. - Ba?nie te?.

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.

Once there was a boy with a wicked heart,' the troll woman said. 'No, that's not right,' Cardan interrupted. 'That's not how it goes. He had a wicked tongue.' 'Boys change,' she told him. 'And so do stories.

É você que eu amo - admite ele - Passei a maior parte da vida protegendo meu coração. Protegi tão bem que me comportava como se não tivesse um. Mesmo agora, é uma coisa mequetrefe, comida de traças e escabrosa. Mas é seu. Você já deve ter percebido. Mas falei, caso não tenha. (pagina 204)

Coward that I am, I flee. My heart thundering, my hands shaking. But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful.

It's you I 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.

She thought of his eyes, red like spilled garnets, red as poppies, red as the bright embers of a fire. She thought of what they taught in school: cold hands, dead heart. Plenty of vampires had forgotten how to feel anything but hunger. He'd helped her, sure, but that didn't mean she could trust him not to turn on her now that they were out of danger. Vampires were unpredictable.

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must.

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." He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. "You probably guessed as much," he says. "But just in case you didn't.

I know there's no real Santa. Remember that little girl in the book you read me? That newspaper guy told her that it's okay if moms and dads bought the presents, 'cause they had Santa in their heart. Well, I got him in my heart, too. So, it's okay if Connie don't believe, 'cause I know my heart is big enough for Santa and me.

You know you have received the invitation when your heart is ready to risk everything to hold the hand of God.

Was it possible to do both, to contribute to the world while merely observing it? To be content in the moment, but plan for the future? Could you follow your heart without losing all common sense?

Your heart is always harder than a stone.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.