Quotes on Heart

He who can reach a child's heart can reach the worlds heart.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

I believe I may so, looking into my own heart, and speaking as in the presence of God, that I have never know one moment of bitterness or resentment.

Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand_x000D_ _x000D_ That soils my land, _x000D_ _x000D_ And giv'st me for my bushel sowne_x000D_ _x000D_ Twice ten for one. _x000D_ _x000D_ All this, and better, Thou dost send_x000D_ _x000D_ Me, to this end, _x000D_ _x000D_ That I should render, for my part, _x000D_ _x000D_ A thankful heart.

And I know these scars will bleed, but both of our hearts believe all of these stars will guide us home

When I first saw you with your smile so tender, my heart was captured, my soul surrendered.

Imagine the week ahead unfolding in an ever-increasing flow of miracles. Allow the image to sink into your heart. Receive it with a big yes!

I seem to have to make my characters family before I can access their hearts in any way that matters.

I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there's purpose and worth to each and every life.

To the proud, the applause of the world rings in their ears; to the humble, the applause of heaven warms their hearts.

A free and truly independent press - fiercely independent when necessary - is the red beating heart of freedom and democracy.

Good leaders make people feel that they're at the very heart of things, not at the periphery.

How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

I don't go by the rule book... I lead from the heart, not the head.

The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.

When the mind, one-pointed and fully focused, knows the supreme silence in the Heart, this is true learning.

One lives with so many bad deeds on one's conscience and some good intentions in one's heart.

YOUR HEART IS FULL of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout. Just as a lotus flower springs from the mire to bloom splendidly, the interaction of the cosmic breath causes the flower of the spirit to bloom and bear fruit in this world.

The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.