... the Iroquois take dreams very seriously. They see them as the secret wishes of the soul--the heart's desire, so to speak. Not all dreams, maybe, but the important ones. [p.254]
The Bishop blessed him and helped him to his feet. "May God have mercy on you," he said. And erased him from his heart.
All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave.
I don't want my life to be defined by what is etched on a tombstone. I want it to be defined by what is etched in the lives and hearts of those I've touched.
I don't want you to be young and beautiful. I only want one thing. I want you to be kind-hearted - and not just towards cats and dogs.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.
Talon thought kissing Flit to shut him up might be a good idea. He was wrong. It was a fucking great idea.
Letting go I can have a firm foundation To honor you And hold you in my heart
Serve others: The heart of the leader is manifested through service to others.
God puts desires into your heart. His desires will actually become your desires, and your desires will be His.
Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.
I have the time and the heart to fall and feel in love, but I am scared that I cannot certainly tell the difference between a slut and a beloved anymore.
Hearts may break, and relationships end, but life goes on. You can't stop life's motion; it's either you let life pass you by or you go with it's motion.
On the exoteric level the traditions are irreconcilable. On the esoteric, experiential level of the heart reigns an eloquent, reverential silence.
You can't take away something she never fully had. She may have been promised to me, but my heart will never belong to her!
I wondered how he'd learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.
Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.
Even if you break with me and crush my heart, I'm never getting back together with Dawn. I know that the world isn't flat now, I'm not going back.
Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and...and I could go on... -Laney
He'd sacrifice even his sanity for her. If it came down to it, he'd let her break his heart. Because he loved her.
