Each of us sees in others what we carry in our own hearts.
Only your hearts be frolic, for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance.
If our hearts were truly pure, we would never have our fill of the words of your Lord
For what we engage, we transform. And what we engage with our hearts is transformed forever.
Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not. Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows. Return as heroes who have fought and conquered, and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe.
"People's minds are trained largely at the expense of their hearts. " This is not so; it is only that there are more educable minds than there are educable hearts.
Only when your hearts are empty of the things of the mind, is there love. Then you will know what it is to love without separation, without distance, without time, without fear.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Give food to the birds, you will then be surrounded by the wings of love, you will be encompassed by the joys of little silent hearts!
Managing life from our mental control towers, we have separated ourselves from our bodies and hearts.
Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
May your eyes be always open May your hearts overflow That which enchants will also protect --- May this you always know.
Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.
I don’t know why life isn’t constructed to be seamless and safe, why we make such glaring mistakes, things fall so short of our expectations, and our hearts get broken and out kids do scary things and our parents get old and don’t always remember to put pants on before they go out for a stroll. I don’t know why it’s not more like it is in the movies, why things don’t come out neatly and lessons can’t be learned when you’re in the mood for learning them, why love and grace often come in such motley packaging.
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?
Live your life not to win golden medals but to win golden hearts.
I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.
People with good hearts are the ultimate winners.
Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us.