Quotes about heart
heart passion animal
I know young people are all going to have different passions, but I would say that if you happen to have a heart for animals, never forget that without your voice, there is no channel for them. Maggie Q
heart second-chance years
In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year. Maggie Stiefvater
heart night voice
It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam. His howl trembled, rose, fell in anguish. I listened for a long time. I prayed for them to stop, to leave me alone, but at the same time I was desperately afraid they would. Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow. When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Maggie Stiefvater
heart pride credit
I feel a strange, fierce squeeze in my heart when I see him, like pride, although there's nothing about Sean that I can take credit for. Maggie Stiefvater
heart july sweat
He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill. Maggie Stiefvater
heart mind calm
The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart. Madame de Stael
heart enthusiasm heroism
Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion! Madame de Stael
heart years giving
Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell. Haruki Murakami
heart body restless
His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body. Haruki Murakami
heart evil may
Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another. Haruki Murakami
heart news flood-likes
Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart. Haruki Murakami
heart free-spirit attention
Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. That same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. There-you can hear it, I'm sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (Thailand) Haruki Murakami
heart harmony colorless
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds Haruki Murakami
heart two solitude
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing. Haruki Murakami
heart past other-worlds
When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.” - But there’s no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I’m living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break. Haruki Murakami
heart feelings important
What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it. Haruki Murakami
heart years potters
Inside him, twenty years dissolved and mixed into one complex, swirling whole. Everything that had accumulated over the years-- all he had seen, all the words he has spoken, all the values he had held-- all of it coalesced into one solid, thick pillar in his heart, the core of which was spinning like a potter's wheel. Wordlessly, Tengo observed the scene, as if watching the destruction and rebirth of a planet. Haruki Murakami
heart bottles acid
Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. Haruki Murakami
heart hands laughing
Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider. Haruki Murakami
heart maps vivid
She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery. Haruki Murakami
heart listening ears
She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things. Haruki Murakami
heart breathing beginners
When you see runners in town is easy to distinguish beginners from veterans. The ones panting are beginners; the ones with quiet, measured breathing are the veterans. Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other's breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments. Haruki Murakami
heart temptation depth
We are surrounded by abysses, but the greatest of all depths is in our own heart, and an irresistible leaning leads us there. Draw thyself from thyself! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart thinking two
True observers of nature, although they may think differently, will still agree that everything that is, everything that is observable as a phenomenon, can only exhibit itself in one of two ways. It is either a primal polarity that is able to unify, or it is a primal unity that is able to divide. The operation of nature consists of splitting the united or uniting the divided; this is the eternal movement of systole and diastole of the heartbeat, the inhalation and exhalation of the world in which we live, act, and exist. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart passion fate
The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart men core
Is not the core of nature in the heart of man? Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart names people
Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart strenght proud
I am proud of my heart alone, it is the sole source of everything, all our strenght, happiness & misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart ease stains
Only the heart without a stain knows ease. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart heaven world
Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart keys society
As soon as you are in a social setting, you better take away the key to the lock of your heart and pocket it; those who leave thekey in the lock are fools. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart men play
Shakespeare is a great psychologist, and whatever can be known of the heart of man may be found in his plays. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart passion poetry
What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe