Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart’s blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
in the synagogue of my heart… I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked
This is the most important thing I will ever say to you. The human mind is the ultimate testing device. You can take all the notes you want on the technical data, anything you forget you can look up again, but this must be engraved on your hearts in letters of fire. There is nothing, nothing, nothing, more important to me in the men and women I train than their absolute personal integrity. Whether you function as welders or inspectors, the laws of physics are implacable lie detectors. You may fool men. You will never fool metal. That’s all.
Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can’t trade for your heart’s desire is your heart.
It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart’s hope. It was what I wanted to be.
You couldn’t be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you’d been abused into affecting public humility.
Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I’d always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at ease before his own hearth.
The arc of your swing doesn’t have a thing to do with the size of your heart.
Peter Noever is a pain in the ass and a joy in the heart.
To touch somebody’s heart with design.
From its first startling image, Orhans Inheritance will seep under your skin and leave an indelible mark upon your heart. What lucky readers we are to inherit Aline Ohanesians gorgeous work.
Come back to the heartbeat, the pulse, the rhythm we all walk to, regardless of nation or color. Come back to the breath – inhale, take the world deep into your lungs; exhale, give yourself back fully. This is what the body says: release the peace that lives within your skin.
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."
Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.
Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.
But that would put me on a path that would make me totally divergent from who I am. I don’t have to go through the heartache many other people go through, of figuring out what makes them "wealthy." I know what brings me joy.
Everybody has questioned my heart, questioned my training ethics, this and that, but I never did something as cowardly as to take any sports-enhancement drug…That’s one thing no one can ever say about me, you know? That I was a coward and took sports-enhancement drugs, because I was afraid I was going to get my a** kicked in front of millions of people. So anybody out there who said I never had no heart, at least I wasn’t a coward.
I want to convey that there is hope? that we’re a world that is in turmoil but there is hope. I’m always amazed at how much love is in people’s hearts even when they disagree about things. I think it’s important for people to come together in music. It reminds me of the Margaret Mead saying, ‘Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. ‘ I think that’s really true.
Adam Ezra writes with the heart of a troubadour and sings like a rock star. He is truely a fresh voice in singer/songwriter scene.
The War has been waged with success, although there have been in some instances errors and misfortunes. But the heart of the nation is sounder and its hopes brighter.
The world is big … May it please the One who perchance is to expand the human heart to life’s full measure.
The heart of the matter, as I see it, is the stark fact that world poverty is primarily a problem of two million villages, and thus a problem of two thousand million villagers.
Turns out, people’s brains are not nearly as powerful a motivator as our hearts. Facts, data, and economic models don’t move people to courageous action the way that powerful stories can.
Everywhere I go, I meet people ready for change. People who are fed up with the exhaustion that comes from devoting one’s life to the work-watch-spend treadmill. People who know in their hearts that it’s wrong to treat the planet and whole groups of people as disposable. People who are challenging the bogus stories we’ve been fed for years and are writing their own about hope and love and working together to build a better future for everyone.
I want to touch people’s hearts, to get right down to their souls.
All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.
No matter how many people give me advice, I am going to do what my heart tells me to do
I think America is amazing for its landscape and its history. California is beautiful, New York is beautiful, but when you’re a gypsy at heart, it probably suits you to be traveling.
A man`s ego is just as fragile as a woman`s heart
Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.
For a dying man it is not a difficult decision [to agree to become the world’s first heart transplant] … because he knows he is at the end. If a lion chases you to the bank of a river filled with crocodiles, you will leap into the water convinced you have a chance to swim to the other side. But you would not accept such odds if there were no lion.
The individual is the brain, not the heart.
It is infinitely better to transplant a heart than to bury it to be devoured by worms.
I had bought two male chimps from a primate colony in Holland. They lived next to each other in separate cages for several months before I used one as a [heart] donor. When we put him to sleep in his cage in preparation for the operation, he chattered and cried incessantly. We attached no significance to this, but it must have made a great impression on his companion, for when we removed the body to the operating room, the other chimp wept bitterly and was inconsolable for days. The incident made a deep impression on me. I vowed never again to experiment with such sensitive creatures.