Your hate is poison, Vincenzo. It eats you from the inside out. You must find it in your heart to let go. Then, and only then, will you find the peace you seek. Only then will you be forgiven.
He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.
When you see, not only intellectually but with your heart too, how we are all connected, how can you harm another? It's the same as harming oneself.
Educating hearts precedes educating minds.Investment in children precedes investment in the future.” – Fida Qutob. 'Despite of our different languages ,countries & religions ,we all share the same humanity'.-Fida Qutob
Protect the ears of your heart, rather than being drawn in each day like the fading tides that dance daily with the moon.
By the second cycle of the solstice of the warm time, the One will face the enemy. And the One will unearth the Shield of the Northern Lights and smote the enemy with daring and intelligence. The heart of the One is pious and evil will cower. Couatl ...
And now we who are writing women and strange monsters Still search our hearts to find the difficult answers, Still hope that we may learn to lay our hands More gently and more subtly on the burning sands.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
Some people have a thick skin and you don't. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world.
The mirror of life shows you woman or man, But in the heart of the Soul you are neither. This is why Love is blind.
Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.
The way you treat people who are in no position to help you, further you, or benefit you reveals the true state of your heart.
She has to have four arms, four legs, four eyes, two hearts, and double the love. There is nothing “single” about a single mom.
At the beginning of our relationship, my heart pounded so loudly whenever I stood near him. He had an effect on me that no aspiring vicar should have on a young woman.
My nipples tightened as I breathed in his musky scent mixed with cologne. I didn’t recognize the brand, but it spoke to something inside me. It whispered come closer, and my heart pounded harder.
The cliche that sea dry up and rocks rot away, but the heart never changes is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.
It was as if - this something I thought of only later, of course - she was gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling.
Sometimes I think people were meant to be strangers. Not to get to know one another, not to get close enough to damage the heart made older by each new encounter.
Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.
Frankly, I wish I could make my heart quit doing an extra thump when Wolfe says satisfactory, Archie. It's childish.
Air goes in and out of my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heart brain - and so I am
