My Heart Quotes
My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.
The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.
Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.
Orthodoxy is a relaxation of the mind accompanied by a stiffening of the heart.
Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.
How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.
They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.
Like a broken vase does not fear of breaking once more, my broken heart is not affected by your hurting words anymore!
The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
There is no light greater than truth and it shines at the heart of all creation.
To know God, know your heart (conscience). After you know your heart, you will learn to see God in all things. Truth can only be seen by those with Truth in them.
My heart had a crush on him from the moment we met, but it was faint, and the rest of me stubbornly refused to play along.
Every major accomplishment in a man's life requires a major level of commitment.
Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
People think that fun in Christ is non-existent, but there is fun wherever your heart lives.
Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts.It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing.
Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density.
Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.
A good leader will seek the wisdom of others. After all, no man is an island!
A broken heart, too much cold beer, ocean waves and a willing man were never a good combination, no matter what the country songs said.
A mature heart for Christ would much rather spend its time praising him than condemning his fanatics.
Exercise the muscles that compassionately open the heart.In your writing and your life.
I had never really understood what an adventure life could be, if you followed your heart and did what you really wanted to do, which is what we must all do in the end.
One of the symptoms of having a broken-heart is the fact that even ghosts will give up on the hope of scaring you as you have already lived through your worst fear.
Communication is not so much about what you say, as what you don't say.
Having the right attitude is fundamental to being an effective leader.
The purpose of life is soul growth. We are here to become transcendent and to become one with God. There is no more to life than this. In other words, we are here to love.
Everyone knows what falling in love is like but being in love is what people have lost. That intimacy to be in bed with somebody and just laugh and not hold anybody accountable for what they say.
Two days after my dad's funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then--that sometimes a spy doesn't need a cover so much as she needs a shield.
God has given you two ears--that should tell you something about the importance of listening.
When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in: this world, and also the invisible world of meaning that sustains everything that was and ever shall be.
Effective leaders allow God to shape them into the kind of people they need to be for each situation they encounter.
She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.
When someone who's starved of love is shown something that looks like sincere affection, is it any wonder that she jumps at it and clings to it?
Where do storytellers find the wisdom to discover their own stories? From no place more mysterious than their own hearts.
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart, Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
Her aunt Sol had once told Shai to smile at the worst insults and snap at the minor ones. That way, no man would know your heart.
With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
