Quotes about heart
heart hands what-if
And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands. Cassandra Clare
heart hair hands
Will,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. “Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.
heart kissing hair
It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she'd wanted to do since the first time she'd seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings
heart two iron
When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.
heart thinking emotion
Women do not think with logic and discretion but with emotions of the heart
heart knowing may
I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.
heart want-something break
When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.
heart clockwork-prince will-herondale
I am not the one of us who has no heart.
heart people world
He felt his heart, which no longer beat, contract, and he wondered if there was anything in the world as painful as not being able to protect the people you loved.
heart feelings trying
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had.
heart kissing hands
For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could.
heart dirt city-of-ashes
I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
heart clothes dirt
Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?" Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
heart blood mind
Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you. I can't untie myself from you, Clary- not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don't want to." ~Jace Wayland
heart done bits
There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart. George Eliot
heart mountain proud
A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.
heart men idols
Man may content himself with the applause of the world and the homage paid to his intellect, but woman's heart has holier idols.
heart forbidden-love needs
It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love-this hunger of the heart-as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.
heart sorrow trouble
Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.
heartbreak believe men
No one who has ever known what it is to lose faith in a fellow-man whom he has profoundly loved and reverenced, will lightly say that the shock can leave the faith in the Invisible Goodness unshaken. With the sinking of high human trust, the dignity of life sinks too; we cease to believe in our own better self, since that also is part of the common nature which is degraded in our thought; and all the finer impulses of the soul are dulled.
heart people sorrow
Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.
heart squirrels history
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
heart gold use
Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use. Geoffrey Chaucer
heart literature whole
I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
heart may hard
Hard is the heart that loveth nought In May.
heart people sorrow
With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: 'My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
heart blow reality
Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.
heart effort lasts
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.
heart giving mad
There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart
heart tears stethoscope
He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.
heart blow reality
She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.
heart body mercy
There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me. Franz Wright
heart government fulfilled
The hope in the hearts of millions of national socialists can be fulfilled only by an authoritarian government.