Quotes about hear
heart issues government
Bless his heart, I have respect for Mitt Romney, but I do not have respect for what he has done through this debt increase debate. He waited until it was a done deal that we would increase the debt ceiling and more money would be spent, more money would be borrowed and spent on bigger government, and then he came out and made a statement that he didn't like the deal after all. You can't defer an issue and assume that the problem is then going to be avoided. Sarah Palin
heart men paris
[When asked at age 79 why her Paris apartment was located up many flights of stairs at the top of the building:] It's the only way I can still make the hearts of men beat faster. Sarah Bernhardt
heart
Your heart will always tell you what’s working and what’s not. Sarah Ban Breathnach
heart journey years
Turn away from the world this year and begin to listen. Listen to the whispers of your heart. Look within. Your silent companion has lit lanterns of love to illuminate the path to Wholeness. At long last, the journey you were destined to take has begun. Sarah Ban Breathnach
heart discovery self
Gail Sheehy tells us that "the delights of self-discovery are always available." All Fools' Day is the perfect day to engrave this wisdom in our hearts. Sarah Ban Breathnach
heart healing self
After self-nurturance, listening to the whispers of our hearts is probably the hardest task we've ever attempted. Sarah Ban Breathnach
heart simple simplicity
Trust that through the balm of simplicity your frazzled and weary soul can discover the place where you ought to be. Every day offers us simple gifts when we are willing to search our hearts for the place that's right for each of us. Sarah Ban Breathnach
heart gratefulness transforming
Let your heart be awakened to the transforming power of gratefulness. Sarah Ban Breathnach
heart years sweat
I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can't hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift. Sara Cox
heart mountain uprooting
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks. Sappho
heart wind tree
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees Sappho
heart thinking would-be
There are so many wonderful classic roles, but I also would be really interested in developing something brand new. I think my heart would probably be in developing something brand new; I think that sounds really exciting. Sara Bareilles
heart color may
Jump start my kaleidoscope heart, Love to watch the colors fade, They may not make sense, But they sure as hell made me. Sara Bareilles
heart speech deny
Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it. Samuel Rogers
heart soul feelings
The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before! Samuel Rogers
heart feelings melody
Feeling hearts--touch them but lightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before. Samuel Rogers
heart thinking escaping
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept. Samuel Beckett
heart color should-have
The heart should have fed upon the truth, as insects on a leaf, till it be tinged with the color, and show its food in every ... minutest fiber. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
heart buried
THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED. Samuel Hoffenstein
heart years long
To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart. Samuel Lover
heart serious heart-attack
I'm as serious as a heart attack. Samuel L. Jackson
heart language has-beens
Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many. Samuel Beckett
heart dripping
Hamm: There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head. Samuel Beckett
heart spirit break
It breaks my heart because there are some parts I know I would have the right spirit for, and I just don't get them because I have an accent. Salma Hayek
heart thinking blue
Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it's melancholy rim, green in it's envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it's greatest rages, black. Salman Rushdie
heart break realism
Realism can break a writer's heart. Salman Rushdie
heart thinking self
The thing that I think was very brave of my younger self was that he decided he would be an idiot. Just persevere. That feels brave to me: deciding that I'm going to damn well be this person that I've set my heart on being. Salman Rushdie
heart giving attention
Live on, survive, for the earth gives forth wonders. It may swallow your heart, but the wonders keep on coming. You stand before them bareheaded, shriven. What is expected of you is attention. Salman Rushdie
heart democracy mature
A mature society understands that at the heart of democracy is argument. Salman Rushdie
heart community able
I am certainly not a good Muslim. But I am able now to say that I am Muslim; in fact it is a source of happiness to say that I am now inside, and a part of the community whose values have always been closest to my heart. Salman Rushdie
heart my-heart broke
My heart broke open and history fell in. Salman Rushdie
heart imagination literature
Literature is where I go to explore the highest and lowest places in human society and in the human spirit, where I hope to find not absolute truth but the truth of the tale, of the imagination and of the heart. Salman Rushdie
heart earthquakes return
Once you have been in an earthquake you know, even if you survive without a scratch, that like a stroke in the heart, it remains in the earth's breast, horribly potential, always promising to return, to hit you again, with an even more devastating force. Salman Rushdie