Quotes About Heart

Since the striosomes receive projections primarily from the emotional centers of the limbic system and the matrisomes receive projections from the higher cognitive centers of the prefrontal cortex, together they provide the perfect mechanism of integrating the messages of the heart with those of the mind.

Ellen Louise, you've done the sensible thing all your life. Now's the time to follow your heart. What if I do that and he still turns me down? What if you don't and you never know?

Really try to follow what it is that you want to do and what your heart is telling you to do.

Infatuation is the fun part of falling in love. Infatuation triggers a chemical in the brain called PEA, your heart races, and you get breathless and dizzy, you tremble, and you can't think. It's what most people think of when they think of falling in love, and everybody goes through it.

Luke is the father of the heart, Richard is the father of the mind, and Christopher is the father of the body.

She's startin' to show her age, bless her heart, Brenda said with satisfaction. She was up all night working on your dress for your granddaughter, Lisa Livia snapped. She was up all night ruining my wedding dress, Brenda shot back. Bless her heart, Agnes said. Brenda jerked back to glare at Agnes.

In the Jewish tradition, when someone dies, we say 'Baruch dayan ha'emet,' which means 'Blessed is the true judge.' " He looked at me, his eyes intent. "God knows your friend. God knows her heart. Who she was, and who she was trying to become.

when the heart of a man has nothing to do, but to be busy about creature-comforts, every little thing troubles him; but when the heart is taken up with the weighty things of eternity, with the great things of eternal life, the things of here below that disquieted it before are things now of no consequence to him in comparison with the other-how things fall out here is not much regarded by him, if the one thing that is necessary is provided for.

It's certain that the thing a man's heart is most taken with and set upon is his God.

You can never make a ship go steady by propping it outside; you know there must be ballast within the ship to make it go steady. So there is nothing outside us that can keep our hearts in a steady, constant way, but grace within the soul.

So be satisfied and quiet, be contented with your contentment. I lack certain things that others have, but blessed be God, I have a contented heart which others have not.

the disorders of your hearts, and their sinful workings are as words before God.

the Lord does not so much look at the work that is done, as at the faithfulness of our hearts in doing it.

The price tag of social change has come in the form of stress and stress-related physical disorders, such as heart attacks, strokes, and hypertension. We must now confront the possibility that mental illness has become part of the psychological price.

No, we never sicken with love twice. Cupid spends no second arrow on the same heart. Love's handmaids are our life-long friends. Respect, and admiration, and affection, our doors may always be left open for, but their great celestial master, in his royal progress, pays but one visit and departs. We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of--but we never love again.

No one's hurt is too small, no worry too removed, no blessing so elusive that it cannot be seen by the eyes in the back of the human heart.

Worship from the heart in times of adversity implies an attitude of humble acceptance on our part of God's right to do as He pleases in our lives.

We're more concerned about our own victory over sin than we are about the fact that our sins grieve God's heart.

Only when we're thoroughly convinced that the Christian life is entirely of grace are we able to serve God out of a grateful and loving heart.

Don't tell me this town 'aint got no heart

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it's hungry. You keep feeding it more and more people, and the more it gets, the more it wants. It's never satisfied. And pretty soon it squeezes all the love out of your heart and all you'll have left is a hateful heart.

Okay, so you're not perfect. Who is? Sure, Susan makes sense. But my heart doesn't care about sense. My heart never says: _Why?_ Only: _Who?_

So, he said, we ourselves will be the candle flames. He put his hands on his chest. Feel your hearts, how warm they are.