Heart Quotes — page 6

Woods are to us anything but solitudes — they are populous and inexhaustible worlds, where creatures that mock the grasp but not the mind, a matchless phantasmagoria, flit before us; alternately make us merry with their pleasant follies, …

The saint said:—"The heart of the Punjab girl is the convent where worship of the son of Man is taught. The heart of woman is the Temple where Man is enshrined as God, The Punjab is great for the love of Man more than for the love of God."

The business of art is to enlarge and correct the heart and to lift our ideals out of the ugly and the mean through love of the ideal...The business of art is to appeal to the soul.

Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain: The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain.

None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.

Hark, the glad sound! The Savior comes, The Savior promised long; Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!

It is unjust and absurd of those advancing in years, to expect of the young that confidence should come all and only on their side: the human heart, at whatever age, opens only to the heart that opens in return.

Heart of oak are our ships, Heart of oak are our men; We always are ready.

... the heart that is truly virtuous is ever inclined to pity and forgive the errors of its fellow creatures.

There have been keen agonies, sore heart-aches, but they have been short, and a sweet peace abides. Can it be His peace? Is it possible that to such a weak, sinful creature as I, the Comforter has indeed come? I must believe this, and that …

The world is large when weary leagues two loving hearts divide But the world is small when your enemy is loose on the other side.

Like lamps in Eastern sepulchres, Amid my heart’s deep gloom, Affection sheds its holiest light Upon my husband’s tomb. And, as those lamps, if brought once more To upper air grow dim,

I shall not be afraid any more, Either by night or day; What would it profit me to be afraid With you away? * * * For there is only sorrow in my heart; There is no room for fear. But how I wish I were afraid again, My dear, my dear!

All, wherein I have part, All that was loss or gain, Slips from the clasping heart, Breaks from the grasping brain. Lo, what is left? I am bare As a new-born soul, — I am naught: My deeds are dust in air, My words are ghosts of thought.

The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.

Oh, Bay of Dublin! How my heart you're troublin', Your beauty haunts me like a fever dream; Like frozen fountains, that the sun sets bubblin' My heart's blood warms when I but hear your name.

Criticism is not religion, and by no process can it be substituted for it. It is not the critic's eye but the child's heart that most truly discerns the countenance that looks out from the pages of the Gospel.

Whoe’er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me.

When once—which every body must be—you are convinced of the wickedness and deceit of men, it is impossible to preserve untainted your own innocence of heart. Experience will prove the depravity of mankind, and the conviction of it only …

He who cherishes a beautiful vision, a lofty ideal in his heart, will one day realize it.

Whatever of goodness emanates from the soul, gathers its soft halo in the eyes; and, if the heart be a lurking place of crime, the eyes tell its evil tales.

For as well as I have loved thee, mine heart will not serve me to see thee, for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.

The least considerable man among us has an interest equal to the proudest nobleman, in the laws and constitution of his country, and is equally called upon to make a generous contribution in support of them — whether it be the heart to …

The world rolls round for ever like a mill; It grinds out death and life and good and ill; It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.