Heart Quotes
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When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.
Victoria Woodhull
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Never in my heart did I want to quit, but I did, at the end of 2012, start to wonder when I was getting fractures from running hardly at all; I started thinking, 'Am I asking too much of my body? Is it not going to do this for me anymore?'
Kirsten Sweetland
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Losing my daughter was a very serious pain. There was always some empty space in my heart.
Yoko Ono
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only an aching heart
Conceives a changeless work of art.
William Butler Yeats
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Writers, not psychiatrists, are the true interpreters of the human mind and heart, and we have been at it for a very long time.
Florence King
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Whether you accept Rādhā and Krishna, or not, please do accept their attraction for each other. Try to create that same yearning in your heart for God. Yearning is all you need in order to realize Him.
Ramakrishna
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The laughter cameWhen the tears stopped falling.Now all I do is just call your name(When I say lover)You walked in and my heart discoveredThat my life would never be the same.Oh, you are my destiny.You are my one and only.You gave that joy to meWhen my whole life was lonely.
Lionel Richie
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My first book, 'Radical Acceptance', grew out of the suffering of feeling personally deficient and unworthy. Because most of us are so quick to turn against ourselves, the teachings and practices of radical acceptance continue as a strong current in 'True Refuge': nurturing a forgiving, understanding heart is a basic step on the path.
Tara Brach
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The heart of manipulation is to empathize without being touched.
Vernor Vinge
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Talleyrand said that two things are essential in life: to give good dinners and to keep on fair terms with women. As the years pass and fires cool, it can become unimportant to stay always on fair terms either with women or one's fellows, but a wide and sensitive appreciation of fine flavours can still abide with us, to warm our hearts.
M. F. K. Fisher
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It was like him, too, to love her and admit to it before he knew if she loved him. Maybe only mortals expected to barter their hearts.
Emma Bull
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’Twas on a sunny summer dayI trod a mighty city’s street,And when I started on my wayMy heart was full of fancies sweet;But soon, as nothing could be seen,But countenances sharp and keen,Nought heard or seen around but toldOf something bought or something sold,And none that seemed to think or careThat any save himself was there.
Arthur Hugh Clough
