98 Heart Quotes

Harden our hearts to the innocents in the womb, and we have hardened our hearts to the need for compassion, and mercy, and fellow-feeling, and charity, and decency in this world.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.

I believe the only way we can reach the Kingdom of Heaven is to have the Kingdom of Heaven in our hearts.

A great architect is not made by way of a brain nearly so much as he is made by way of a cultivated, enriched heart.

O world, thou choosest not the better part! It is not wisdom to be only wise, And on the inward vision close the eyes, But it is wisdom to believe the heart. Columbus found a world, and had no chart, Save one that faith deciphered in the skies; To trust the soul's invincible surmise Was all his science and his only art.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

I love Love - though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee - Thou art love and life! Oh come, Make once more my heart thy home.

Learning and wisdom are superfluities, the surface glitter merely, but it is the heart that is the seat of all power.

We must approach religion with reverence and with love, and our heart will stand up and say, this is truth, and this is untruth.

Follow the voice of your heart, even if it leads you off the path of timid souls. Do not become hard and embittered, even if life tortures you at times. There is only one thing that counts: to live one's life well and happily...

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.

Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear; The sweetest freedom is an honest heart.

The worst prison would be a closed heart.

Hands are the heart's landscape.

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

He whom the sages have been seeking in all these places is in our own hearts; the voice that you heard was right, says Vedanta, but the direction you gave to the voice was wrong.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.

Our Sages refer to Prayer as 'Service of the Heart'. But the heart cannot work properly unless the brain functions to stimulate and control its operation. In the physiology of Prayer, too, the mind plays as vital a role as the heart.

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, 'Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away.'

Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, - No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat - the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old.

Though the day of my Destiny's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.

Learning and wisdom are superfluities, the surface glitter merely, but it is the heart that is the seat of all power. It is not in the brain but in the heart that the Atman, possessed of knowledge, power, and activity, has its seat.

Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart.

He would have had a bad five minutes there, but by now it would be over. He wouldn't have this dull ache in his heart, the sharp yearning in his throat, the words trying to escape

He understands not only with his brain but with his heart. And that might be called love. Not quite sure, but maybe that's the key.

Non-violence, which is the quality of the heart, cannot come by an appeal to the brain.

I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss So many men stronger than me Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it.

Once she kissed me with a jest, Once with a tear - O where's the heart was in my breast, And the ring was in my ear?

Tous ceux qui connaissent leur esprit ne connaissent pas leur coeur.

She with one breath attunes the spheres, And also my poor human heart.

Meine Ruh' ist hin, Mein Herz ist schwer.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

This [pointing to his head] and this [pointing to his heart] is my nobility.

You must have heard about the beautiful Sufi legend of Majnu and Laila. It is not an ordinary love story. The word majnu means mad, mad for God. And laila is the symbol of God. Sufis think of God as the beloved; laila means the beloved. Everybody is a Majnu, and God is the beloved. And one has to open one's heart, the eye of the heart.

The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.

But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay, Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows, And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way. Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: 'Fool,' said my Muse to me, 'look in thy heart and write.'

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.