Heart Quotes
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Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on.
Will Jennings
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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
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It's what you do, unthinking, that makes the quick tear start; the tear may be forgotten.... but the hurt stays in the heart.
Ella Higginson
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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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Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.
Lewis Carroll
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The heart is like any other organ, you can weigh it on a scale.
Hilary Mantel
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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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Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.
Sue Grafton
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A cayenne heart can't be broken.
Coco J. Ginger
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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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Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.
Haruki Murakami
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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
