Quotes About Heart

What the mind don't 'member, the heart still know. Love, the strongest thang of all.

ponder how we can put a man on the moon, fly shuttles back and forth to outer space, send probes to Mars, and yet we can't traverse the boundaries in the human heart, fix what's wrong.

things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and that's not the kind of heart I want to have.

Perhaps denial is the mind's way of protecting the heart from a sucker punch it can't handle. Or maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe denial in the face of overwhelming evidence is a mere byproduct of stubbornness.

The heart is a wellspring. It has infinite capacity to manufacture love. The only barriers are the ones we put in the way.

Lo que la cabeza no recuerda el corazón lo sigue sabiendo. El amor es lo más fuerte que existe. Más fuerte que todas las demás cosas.

Aunque la vida nos lleve por diferentes caminos, el corazón siempre recuerda a donde pertenece.

Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen carefully.

Children form a bond of union than which the human heart finds none more enduring.

I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son, my little root who won't drink milk, little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night, little clock spring newly wet in the fire, little grape, parent to the future wine, a son the fruit of his own son, little father I ransom with my life

One Heart" Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, Friend, open at either end of day. The work of wings was always freedom, fastening one heart to every falling thing.

Hair spills through my dreams, sprouts from my stomach, thickens my heart, and tangles the brain. Hair ties the tongue dumb. Hair ascends the tree. of my childhood -- the willow I climbed one bare foot and hand at a time, feeling the knuckles of the gnarled tree, hearing my father plead from his window, Don't fall!

I know lips that love me, that return my kisses by leaving on my cheek their salt. And there is one I love, who hid her heart behind a stone. — Li-Young Lee, from section 5 of "Always a Rose," Rose (BOA Editions, LTD, 1986)

The heart, after all, was nothing more than a muscle.

Treasure isn't trouble 'cause it's so hard to find. Treasure is trouble because it reveals a man's heart.

By listening to our deep primal messages, we reclaim our birthright as expressive, dynamic, and innovative beings. As we turn toward our core, nourishing gestures, similar to a blossoming flower, feel lush within and enrich all who witness the splendor. Sustaining every gesture, our wild psoas speaks the language of the heart, and communicates what is held most dear within our bone—the felt-sense of being alive.

Inside every old man lies the heart of a ten-year-old boy. Brave . . . unstoppable. The defender of field mice!

Don't take the people you love for granted. Don't ever be scared to love someone with your whole heart. Be transparent.

Underneath […] I find what Sasha has entitled "The Rules of Romance." The are as follows: 1. Everyone deserves to be worshipped. 2. There's a hero inside all of us. 3. The hero and heroine are fine on their own but know they're better together. 4. Risk your heart, it's worth it. 5. Always believe in a happy ending.

One might have practiced on a spiritual path for thirty years, or one might be walking through a dappled wood, or one might have just met a friend who will be a friend forever—suddenly love is present, arriving unexpectedly, as a tender feeling, a fragrance in the heart.

When you seek God, seek Him in your heart. – Yunus Emre

The Sufi path is subversive rather than confrontational. It works from within, from the Self which lives in the very depths of the unconscious, in the secret recesses of the heart. The changes begin far away from the conscious mind, where they cannot be interfered with. Then slowly the energy of the Self filters into consciousness, where it begins the work of altering our thinking processes.

There is a polish for everything that taketh away rust; and the polish of the heart is the invocation of Allâh. – Hadith of the Prophet

The fire of devotion within the heart, ignited by the glance of the Beloved, contains the secret of divine consciousness, sirr allah. Sirr Allah is a spiritual substance within the innermost chamber of the heart, the heart of hearts. His divine consciousness, which reveals itself within the heart of His devoted servant. (p. 116)