Heart Quotes
It is one thing for the living water to descend from Christ into the heart, and another thing how-when it has descended-it moves the heart to worship. All power of worship in the soul, is the result of the waters flowing into it, and their flowing back again to God.
George Wigram
It passes in the world for greatness of mind, to be perpetually giving and loading people with bounties; but it is one thing to know how to give and another thing not to know how to keep. Give me a heart that is easy and open, but I will have no holes in it; let it be bountiful with judgment, but I will have nothing run out of it I know not how.
Seneca the Younger
Prayer opens the heart to God, and it is the means by which the soul, though empty, is filled by God.
John Buchan
Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.
Elizabeth Scott
Only one book is worth reading: the heart.
Ajahn Chah
You could see a man talking to himself as just plain crazy, or read about the criminal on the front page of the daily paper and ponder the corruption of the human heart, without having to think about whether the criminal or lunatic said something about your own fate.
Barack Obama
Falling in love – you should go with it, regardless of whether or not your heart gets smashed. You'll be a better person.
Sandra Bullock
O heart, we are old;
The living beauty is for younger men:
We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears.
William Butler Yeats
The mind is no match with the heart in persuasion; constitutionality is no match with compassion.
Everett Dirksen
If anything is worth doing, do it with all your heart.
Gautama Buddha
Then he looked by him, and was ware of a damsel that came riding as fast as her horse might gallop upon a fair palfrey. And when she espied that Sir Lanceor was slain, then she made sorrow out of measure, and said, O Balin ! two bodies hast thou slain and one heart, and two hearts in one body, and two souls thou hast lost.
Thomas Malory
Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.
Ray Bradbury
