Quotes about Heart

Aeschylus writes, In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.

If God's peace is in our hearts, we carry it with us, and it can be given to those around us, not by our own will or virtue, but by the Holy Spirit working through us. We cannot give what we do not have, but if the spirit blows through the dark clouds, and enters our hearts, we can be used as vehicles of peace, and our own peace will be thereby deepened. The more peace we give away, the more we have.

The winter is cold, is cold. All's spent in keeping warm. Has joy been frozen, too? I blow upon my hands Stiff from the biting wind. My heart beats slow, beats slow. What has become of joy? If joy's gone from my heart Then it is closed to You Who made it, gave it life... Elusive, evasive, peace comes Only when it's not sought. Help me forget the cold That grips the grasping world...

If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes.

Her father said, "You know, my dears, the world has been abnormal for so long that we've forgotten what it's like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes." "Even at a time like this?" Meg asked. The call from Calvin, the sound of her husband's voice, had nearly broken her control. "Especially at a time like this," her mother said gently.

The cold place within me that had frozen and constricted my heart was gone. My heart was like a lotus, and in that little space there was room enough for Osia Theola, for all of Cyprus. For all the stars in all of the galaxies. For all those bubbles which were island universes.

The heart carries heavy loads when it is being trained to carry weighty blessings.

Brilliance is the masterpiece of your mind. Excellence is the masterpiece of your heart. Genius is the masterpiece of your soul.

There is no limit to what your mind can achieve, what your heart can accomplish, and what your soul can realize.

Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.