Quotes About Heart

Christophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart.

I have set you as a seal upon my heart; I will not return to Hell.

Why do you eat your own heart? Because, O King, it is bitter, and because it is my heart.

Gatan och husen med sina stora tomter blir alldeles suddiga. "Han bara sprängde mig i bitar. Jag vet inte ens var jag ska få tag i bultarna och skruvarna. Jag trodde alltid om det någon gång skulle bli så att jag inte höll tillbaka någonting utan blottade mitt hjärta ..." Resten lyckas jag bara få ur mig i form av ett kvidande. "Vilket jag gjorde. Jag gjorde det den här gången och det var ändå inte nog.

just this once I will say I approve of your impulse to transgress my edicts and admit you were quite right in following the instincts of your heart.

One dies without regret if there is one in the whole world a "bosom friend," or one who "knows his heart.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

You say the ancient Egyptians believed the heart was critical for surviving in the next world." Romero nodded. "Once in the netherworld, the pharaoh's heart would have been inspected, tested by Anubis, in a ceremony known as the Weighing of the Heart. At least, that was the belief of later Egyptians.

Sagacity did not magically arrive with age. As his family grew, so did his affections. The deeper he loved, the more easily he was injured. His heart had not become reinforced. It had softened--and ripened. It was a larger target and far more easily rent.

That's the thing about loving someone. You no longer own your heart, and that small, beating organ can turn on you without warning and shred you from the inside out.

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

God can rid your heart of greed, but it's your responsibility to remove yourself from situations that promote greediness.

Contentment is a state of the heart, not a state of affairs.

Lord, I give You permission to search my heart and mind. Please show me every day what it feels like to be my husband.

It's our "helping God out" that leads to an anxious heart. When we take over and try to control what happens, we take our focus off the One who is in control and put our eyes on our circumstances.

With your permission and cooperation, God will work the soil of your heart, and your life will become a lovely garden for him.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep. Clive Barker

The sky is grey, the air hot. I walk back across the mown lawn loving the smell and the houses so completely it leaves my heart empty.

My heart is so light that it's amazing. I get to play all this grief, all this loss, all this disaster and chaos. It's hysterically funny. I am very light.

The real ceremony begins where the formal one ends, when we take up a new way, our minds and hearts filled with the vision of earth that holds us within it, in compassionate relationship to and with our world.

Remembering, in Spanish, means to pass something through the heart again, and now all the years are going through his heart again as he tries to turn away from the ocean. But he hears it and he knows it is out there. Some sleepless nights he goes out. But this night in his sleep he says, "Oh, look at all those beautiful life rafts.

Everybody's heart is like a cup. They stumble from place to place and person to person, trying to get them filled. They get cracked, those cups, and even broken. Some people throw them away, thinking that it will stop the pain. Poor fools. Nobody can fill a cup but Almighty God Himself. Nobody.

Lincoln's heartbeat picked up a little, the way it always did when he rounded that last bend in the road and saw home waiting up ahead. Home.

If the heart was fragile, like a porcelain cup, and a great loss shattered it, all the time and kindness in the world couldn't hide the ugly cracks. Once the precious liquid of love had seeped away, you were left dry. Dry and empty. Echoing