Spiritual maturity is a lifelong pursuit. We grow in spiritual maturity moment by moment, day by day, year by year.
In my inmost heart I believed that I could succeed where others failed, and now I had the opportunity to test myself.
God works through people by stirring their hearts and sometimes people never know how they are helping others.
People often mistake their imagination for their heart, & so often are convinced they are converted as soon as they start thinking of becoming converted.
He would never admit it, but he did have a heart of gold under all that crud. Solid, hard, impenetrable gold, but still gold, nonetheless.
Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts. It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing.
...love is a chemical imbalance, too. That perilous highs and desperate lows and extravagant flurries of mood are not always symptoms of a broken mind, but signs of a beating heart.
I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.
Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
I don't want Sydney ever to feel like my second choice, when I know in my heart that she's the right choice. The only choice.
Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.
When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her
We [of Thelema] are whole-hearted extroverts; the penalty of restricting one is anything from neurosis to down right lunacy; in particular, melancholia.
I discovered that private things were mostly sour. They sat spoiling in the corners of your heart for so long that by the time you acknowledged them you were dealing with something rancid.
...to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.
I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of an average dick.
An imperfect human heart, perfectly shattered, was her conclusion. A condition so common as to be virtually universal, rendering issues of right and wrong almost incidental.
To worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God.
Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, "May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides in deep waters.
