Heart Quotes
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Follow your heart and make it your decision.
Mia Hamm
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The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
Alfred de Musset
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In the evening, when everything is tired and quiet, I sit with Walt Whitman by the rose beds and listen to what that lonely and beautiful spirit has to tell me of night, sleep, death, and the stars. This dusky, silent hour is his; and this is the time when I can best hear the beatings of that most tender and generous heart.
Elizabeth von Arnim
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With good will for the entire cosmos, cultivate a limitless heart: above, below, and all around, unobstructed, without hostility or hate.
Gautama Buddha
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The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.
Elizabeth Chandler
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I have no wife whom I love so well that I would not put a javelin through her heart, and I would do it with clean hands.
Brigham Young
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As soon as I say the words, I know they were the right ones. My eyes dip down to Dad’s memorial plaque. Truth doesn’t lie in the heart of fortune… it’s under Triumph Towers, where the labs are.
Beth Revis
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A cayenne heart can't be broken.
Coco J. Ginger
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The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.
Susan Griffin
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God is faithful. He'll fulfill every promise he's made. There's no disease God cannot heal, no heart he cannot mend, no bondage he cannot break, no enemy he cannot defeat, no mountain he cannot move, and no need he cannot meet. And because that same Spirit lives inside each of us, we move forward undaunted; we are unstoppable; and we live unshakeable. Focus on our unshakeable God instead of the chaos around you and he will carry you through the challenges and on to victory.
Christine Caine
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Know and watch your heart. It's pure but emotions come to colour it.
Ajahn Chah
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..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.
Elizabeth Scott
