A good armchair makes the backside soft and the heart hard.
God gives to us according to the measure of our hearts.
Vices creep into our hearts under the name of virtue.
The deep sea can be fathomed, but who knows the hearts of men?
Take an ox by its horns, a man by his heart.
The heart is like a goat that has to be tied up.
Faith is confirmed by the heart, confessed by the tongue, and acted upon by the body.
Better pain in your purse than in your heart.
Keep your tents apart and your hearts together.
A man will sacrifice his head to conquer a heart.
Roman Catholicism is a broken and utterly desperate thing, capable only of malignant mischief in our awakening world.
But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.
What i took away from witnessing the broken climbers in Moshi was this: *Everything is easy until it isn't.*
If a boat is shattered by a storm, the desperate passengers cling to the floating pieces of the hull. In that moment, it's not a broken boat. To a drowning man, it's a floating miracle.
Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.
You're not broken. You're perfect. And when you get to get away from these kids, you might finally have a good man.
....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....
A broken friendship that is mended through forgiveness can be even stronger than it once was.
Someone dehumanises you by violating your child and every human thought you had for them is broken, undermined, then gone.
Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you'll still have your stars.
Here there was no shelter for his soul. There were no houses for a home. It was all a wilderness. It was all a battlefield. It was wild, without a friend. It was all a broken battlefield.
