Quotes About Hearts

In the rain Still crying In the rain She's dancing Again & again Broken hearts Still meltingLike ice on fire ….

The unknown breeze came wafting towards us and filled our hearts with the fragrance of love!

Let us feel love, in the sight of our foes.Let our hearts melt, of the sight of hungry ones.Let us sing the music of forgiveness, the melody of love.

The sky can never be frozen because its vastness has chosenall warmth of our lives as we look abovewith unbreakable hearts armoured in love

Perhaps a germ of love was springing in their hearts so pure that it might blossom in Paradise, since it could not be matured on earth;

Poor sisters—yea, I love you as I pity you, For your unsatiated thirsts and anguished sighs, And for the vials of love within your hearts so true.

I consider it a mutual duty, that we owe to each other, to communicate in a spirit of the utmost frankness and candor. Let it ever be done with unlocked hearts.

So you're positive the killer is a man." "Yes, I think my gender can take responsibility for this one. Women don't cut out other women's hearts." "We can.

Separate lives with separate agendas going separate ways did not knit hearts together.

My favourite festival experience is a show at midnight with the moon blazing and a crowd full of open hearts ready to dance.

I flunked out that semester, but I got my money's worth learning about people that don't have hearts no bigger than bird shot.

If you look for God in your relationships, you will always find things to be thankful for. When God reigns in our hearts, peace reigns in our relationships. This work will only be complete in heaven but there is much we can enjoy now.

As we approach the crucial battleground, believe that our blades will not shatter. Believe that our resolve will not weaken. Though our paths may diverge, our iron hearts remain together. Swear, that though the land itself may break asunder...We will come back alive ! ~Renji Abarai

if i were rain, that join sky and earth that otherwise never touch, could i join two hearths as well?

Love is private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening side. I think of the Luna card in the Tarot deck: some strange, huge crustacean, its armor glistening and its pinchers wiggling, clatters out of a pool while wild dogs howl at a bulging moon. Underneath the hearts and flowers, love is loony like that. Attempts to housebreak it, to refine it, to dress the crabs up like doves and make them sing soprano always result in thin blood. You end up with a parody.

Truth cannot be defined by the individuals who have been created because individuals are finite beings with limited knowledge and deceitful hearts (see Jeremiah 17:9).

Philippians 4:7: "And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Peace protects you.

They say that perhaps it is not by love, but by blood, that land is bought. They say that perhaps my people had to die to nourish this earth with their truth. Your people did not have ears to hear. Perhaps we had to return to the earth, so that we could grow within your hearts. Perhaps we have come back and will fill the hills and valleys with our song. Who is to know?

He has put affection between their (believers') hearts. If you had spent all that is in the earth, you could not have produced that affection. It is Allah Who has accomplished it." (al-Anf?l 8:63)

The whole world is in revolt. Soon there will be only five Kings left--the King of England, the King of Spades, The King of Clubs, the King of Hearts, and the King of Diamonds.

This way of leaving your family for work had condemned them over several generations to have their hearts always in other places, their minds thinking about people elsewhere; they could never be in a single existence at one time. How wonderful it was going to be to have things otherwise.

But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent.

First love is often blinding. ... The pure & sensuous joy of bodies falling into souls & hearts, & the delicious tumble of hearts that wraps us up inside of something that is often nothing more than a purely physical moment.

Things happen at funerals. It's some kind of cosmic, absolutely cosmic spiritual process that helps maneuver fate & challenges the hearts & souls of people to step up, for Christ's sake, step up & get on with it.