Quotes on My Heart

Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heart why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith without hope. What good did I get from it? I got to have love in my heart.

My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

I'm learning how to drown out the constant noise that is such an inseparable part of my life. I don't have to prove anything to anyone, I only have to follow my heart and concentrate on what I want to say to the world. I run my world.

So much of me is made of what I learned from you; you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have re-written mine by being my friend

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

If you ask people what they've always wanted to do, most people haven't done it. That breaks my heart.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.

If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.

Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart.

Reggae is my heart ♥ reggae is my soul

My heart broke open and history fell in.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness

I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced - conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph _I_ can win.