Quotes About Heart

Según los Vedas, la sede del pensamiento, las acciones y los deseos no es la mente, sino el corazón humano.

Los Vedas nos dicen que esta desconexión de la mente y el corazón es la causa de todo el sufrimiento que vemos hoy en el mundo. Los científicos creen que el estrés provoca el ochenta por ciento de las enfermedades que padecemos, pero lo que hace que el estrés sea tan predominante es la falta de silencio. Tal como señala el Dr. Frawley, este es el motivo por el que resulta tan importante que incluyamos la práctica de la meditación en nuestra vida.

Teresa of Avila says that the important thing in prayer is not to think much but to love much. The head is not a bad place to start our prayer journey. But if prayer stays there too long and does not begin to sink to the heart, it will inevitably become arid and frustrating.

Love is not about conquest. The truth is a man can only find true love when he surrenders to it. When he opens his heart to the partner of his soul and says: Here it is! The very essence of me! It is yours to nurture or destroy.

We cannot hide behind high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.

No man should curse love. Ultimately, love is all there is.

We all of us carry the seed of evil in our hearts and souls," she told him. "Even the purest, even the most holy. It is part of the human condition, born into us. We cannot root it out. All we can do—at best—is prevent it from germinating.

Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ear cannot hear. We recognize a beauty that the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe. There is no evil in love, Kalliope.

But he would protect her with his heart for a little while. For a little while, before the insentient iron world and the Mammon of mechanised greed did them both in, her as well as him.

The heart [is] an organ that I find, if you have faith and know how to surrender to it, unfolds and unfolds in a most wonderful an unscientific manner, till it becomes the vastest and most pristine wilderness in existence.

the only unfailing guide I've ever found through the innumerable blind alleys of my life as a writer, man, husband, father, citizen, steward, or believer, is the love burning in my heart. for me, prayer is about one thing: making contact with that love. though it burns in there like a candle flame, hot, bright, beautiful, love's flame is so fragile… keeping one's love burning, and living in accord with that burning: this, to me, is prayer.

Christian joy isn't always laughing, always having a good, hilarious time. Christian joy is the deep, settled peace that comes to live within your heart when you know that the really important things are all right.

William Temple, who served as Archbishop of Canterbury during the difficult days of World War II. He wrote, "To worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God."3

Lewis said, "Reason is the natural organ of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning."[3] He was saying that stories can align reason with imagination and mind with emotion. When truth is put in imaginative form, it can be driven not only into the mind but also into the heart.

Thus you get everything from this book that C. S. Lewis would want. The story drives the truth into your heart, and the Scripture behind the story drives it into your mind.

love , n. I'm not even going to try.

3. You think that looks like a heart? If you do, that's only because you've never seen scrotum.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

If I'd managed any of these ifs-- would I have been able to avoid the inevitable fuck-up, the full-force fuck-off? My pride shut me up, my heart shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

In the darkest part of our hearts, we used to think that maybe they were right. We don't think that anymore.

But we feel this connection all the time, don't we? Our bodies don't have to be touching to be connected to one another. Our heart races without contact. Our breath holds until the threat is gone.