Quotes about heart
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We Wear The Mask, in the 1913 collection of his work, The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Context: We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
“There are as many kinds of love, as there are hearts”
Source: Anna Karenina
Source: A Path with Heart: A Guide Through the Perils and Promises of Spiritual Life
“It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.”
Source: The Book Thief
Source: Night World, No. 2
“You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure.
You have to look with the heart.”
Source: Shadowfever
Source: Gift from the Sea (1955)
Context: The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many other things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires. I want to give and take from my children and husband, to share with friends and community, to carry out my obligations to man and to the world, as a woman, as an artist, as a citizen.
But I want first of all — in fact, as an end to these other desires — to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact — to borrow from the languages of the saints — to live "in grace" as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony.
Context: The shape of my life today starts with a family. I have a husband, five children and a home just beyond the suburbs of New York. I have also a craft, writing, and therefore work I want to pursue. The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many other things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires. I want to give and take from my children and husband, to share with friends and community, to carry out my obligations to man and to the world, as a woman, as an artist, as a citizen.
But I want first of all — in fact, as an end to these other desires — to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact — to borrow from the languages of the saints — to live "in grace" as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony. I am seeking perhaps what Socrates asked for in the prayer from Phaedrus when he said, "May the outward and the inward man be at one." I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.
Source: An O'Brien Family Christmas
“What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.”
Source: Rescuing the Bible from Fundamentalism (1991), p. 24
Source: A Path with Heart: A Guide Through the Perils and Promises of Spiritual Life
“Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.”
Variant: Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier;
I have seen worse sights than this.
Source: The Odyssey
Source: Passion and Purity: Learning to Bring Your Love Life Under Christ's Control
“Holding on to things only breaks your heart.”
Source: The Time Keeper
“When the heart is right, "for" and "against" are forgotten.”
Source: The way of Chuang Tzu
Source: North of Beautiful
Source: The Diamond Throne
“The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart… converted it into a tomb.”
Source: The Scarlet Letter
Source: Ouran High School Host Club, Vol. 5
“Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”
Source: Taking Care of Terrific
"A Poem of Difficult Hope".
Source: What Are People For? (1990)
Context: Much protest is naive; it expects quick, visible improvement and despairs and gives up when such improvement does not come. Protesters who hold out for longer have perhaps understood that success is not the proper goal. If protest depended on success, there would be little protest of any durability or significance. History simply affords too little evidence that anyone's individual protest is of any use. Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one's own heart and spirit that would be destroyed by acquiescence.
Source: Uncommon Criminals
The Conundrum of the Workshops, Stanza 1 (1890).
Other works
Source: The Barrack-Room Ballads and Other Verses
Context: When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, “It's pretty, but is it Art?”
Source: Winter's Bone
“For his heart was in his work, and the heart
Giveth grace unto every Art.”
Source: The Building of the Ship (1849), Line 7.
Source: Hiawatha: The Story and Song
“True friends never apart maybe in distance but never in heart”
“What comes from the heart goes to the heart”
“The Gospel does not abrogate God's law, but it makes men love it with all of their hearts.”
Source: The Pursuit of Holiness
“The censor's sword pierces deeply into the heart of free expression.”
Dissent in Times Film Corp. v. City of Chicago 365 U.S. 43 (1961)
1960s
Source: Lord of the Silver Bow
Source: Gargantua and Pantagruel (1532–1564)
Context: Readers, friends, if you turn these pages
Put your prejudice aside,
For, really, there's nothing here that's outrageous,
Nothing sick, or bad — or contagious.
Not that I sit here glowing with pride
For my book: all you'll find is laughter:
That's all the glory my heart is after,
Seeing how sorrow eats you, defeats you.
I'd rather write about laughing than crying,
For laughter makes men human, and courageous.
Source: Hinds' Feet on High Places
“She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.”
Source: From the Corner of His Eye
Source: Paradise