Quotes on “heart”

A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back.

Better to put your heart on the line, risk everything, and walk away with nothing than play it safe. Love is a lot of things, but safe isn’t one of them.

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

It's funny. No matter how hard you try, you can't close your heart forever. And the minute you open it up, you never know what's going to come in. But when it does, you just have to go for it! Because if you don't, there's not point in being here.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall

Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.