When a dove begins to associate with crows its feathers remain white but its heart grows black.
When a dove begins to fly with crows, its feathers remain white but its heart grows black.
TThe best way to keep loyalty in a man's heart is to keep money in his purse.
When you've heard it you must see it; when you've seen it make a judgement with your heart.
If you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart.
There are three things that refresh the heart and reduce your grief water, flowers, and a beautiful woman.
We are to allow one thing to be really and truly distinct from the other, to be its own genuine self. There is a logical and philosophical urge in thinking men to reduce all things to a single unity. But this urge of the natural reason tends to petri...
Awakening and owning the dreams that God has placed in our hearts isn't about getting stuff or attaining something. It's about embracing who we are and who he has created us to be. In him. He is our dream come true, and the one true love of our life....
And yet, for a writer of fiction, part of the heart remains that of a stranger, for what we are trying to do is to understand those others who are our fictional characters, somehow to gain entrance to their minds and feelings, to respect them for the...
When I look at a child, I see a living, breathing person, made in God's image, for whom God has a plan. As parent educators, we need to embrace a new notion of learning...we need to engage the hearten order to effectively educate the child. Our visio...
I was tired in the evening yesterday. I felt drained by the last days outer conflicts. I felt separated from life. Suddenly I heard the wind blowing through the trees outside my open window, whispering a silent and playful invitation: "Do you want to...
Would you like the rhythm of your heart to be calm? Would you like the music of your soul towards harmony and fulfillment? Deal with any conflict constructively to reduce stress, tension and other unwanted collateral effects. Sharing you strategies o...
Each heartbeat begins with a single, electrical impulse, or "spark." The distinctive sound we hear through a stethoscope, or when we place our head on a loved one's chest, is the sound of the heart valves opening and closing in perfect synchronicity ...
One should preach not from one's rational mind but rather from the heart. Only that which is from the heart can touch another heart. One must never attack or oppose anyone. If he who preaches must tell people to keep away from a certain kind of evil,...
We live in the age of Noah (a.s.) in the sense that a flood of distraction accosts us. It is a slow and subtle drowning. For those who notice it, they engage in the remembrance of God. The rites of worship and devotion to God's remembrance (dhikr) ar...
I’m not a superhero. I’m background. I’m a good person wrapped in mediocre soul. I want to be better. I really do. But even now in my greatest moment I know this is as good as it will ever get for me and it’s not that good. I have a small hea...
If your fundamental is a man dying on the cross for his enemies, if the very heart of your self-image and your religion is a man praying for his enemies as he died for them, sacrificing for them, loving them - if that sinks into your heart of hearts,...
My lonely heart Feeling great tonight I’m feeling Like lost in paradise Oh your magical soul Keeps attracting me…………………. For many nights I used to be alone Frozen tears Crying on my own You’re an endless dream That came true tonight...
You can win You can lose You’re in love Don’t get abused Love can bleed Your heart tonight……………….. Many ways of love You’ll see Life ain’t a fantasy Love can make You proud tonight ………….. For many years Love is a game My h...
Queen: Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the fairest one of all? Magic Mirror: Over the seven jewelled hills, beyond the seventh fall, in the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs, dwells Snow White, fairest of them all. Queen: Snow White lies dead in th...
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of...
