Quotes About Hearts

Matthew lists Rahab as one of the ancestresses of the Lord Jesus Christ (Matthew 1:5), and that may be one reason why there was something about free-wheeling ladies with warm and generous hearts that he was never quite able to resist.

In the eleven months preceding the outbreak of World War II, 211 treaties of peace were signed. Were these treaties of peace written on paper, or were they written on the hearts of men? And we must ask ourselves as we hear of treaties being written today, whether the treaties of the UN are written with the full cognizance of the fact that those who sign them are responsible before God?

The poison of hate, sensuality, and envy which is in the hearts of men could not be healed simply by wise exhortations and social reforms.

They want a mission, a challenge! When we follow the type of advertising appeal used by Madison Avenue to sell toothpaste, when we use commercial techniques in our vocation literature, do not the hearts of the young spurn our distance from the Cross? Do not we recruit fruits of propaganda rather than fruits worthy of penance?

Magic, the real kind, was born in innocent, open hearts, who sought it everywhere. And found it.

The dreams and passions stored within hearts are powerful keys which can unlock a wealth of potential.

The magic doesn't come from within the director's mind, it comes from within the hearts of the actors.

Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it.

Well, the tyranny of masculinity and the tyranny of patriarchy I think has been much more deadly to men than it has to women. It hasn't killed our hearts. It's killed men's hearts. It's silenced them; it's cut them off.

Nature, more of a stepmother than a mother in several ways, has sown a seed of evil in the hearts of mortals, especially in the more thoughtful men, which makes them dissatisfied with their own lot and envious of another's.

I was told that act of loving someone can not harm us, but rather, love is like a river of light that flows through us, purifying lives, hearts, minds, souls, and that it uplifts our spirit, and that loving another person always blesses us, as well as them.

It seemed the more I knew about people the more I knew about the strange magic hidden in their hearts.

They change their skies above them,But not their hearts that roam.

Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout.

the hearts gone bubonic with jealousy and greed, glinting through the vests and sweaters of anyone at all.

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

Longing hearts could only stand so much of longing.

Each time we exhale, the world ends; when we inhale, there can be, if we allow it, rebirth and spiritual renewal. It all transpires inside of us. In our consciousness, in our hearts. All the time.

Gratitude is born in hearts that take time to count up past mercies. they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

In love afairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child - ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride.

music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, the breath. We're walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn't get to any other way.

You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.

Maybe it's because music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, your breath. We're walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn't get to any other way.

Let's not get bogged down on whom or what we pray to. let's just say prayer is a communication from our hearts to the great mystery, or Goodness, or Howard; to the animating energy of love we are sometimes bold enough to believe in; to something unimaginably big, and not us. we could call this force Not Me, and Not Preachers Onstage with a Choir of 800. or for convenience we could just say God.