Browsing Topic Best My Heart Quotes

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.

There’s this brutal imperial power, that my passport says I represent. But it will never represent where my heart lives, only vaguely where it went.

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.

When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul-then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute can be an eternity of happiness.

I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness as it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

I love you because I love you, because it would be impossible not to love you. I love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

I realized that they could take everything from me except my mind and my heart. They could not take those things. Those things I still had control over. And I decided not to give them away.

Reggae is my heart? Reggae is my soul.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

What I have in my heart and soul must find a way out. That’s the reason for music.

My heart is so intoxicated with love that I have no wish to speak.

In my heart, I am Palestinian.

Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.

To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,To my first Love, my Mother, on whose kneeI learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.

Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart, don’t know how to laugh either.

May I be given the appropriate difficulties so that my heart can truly open with compassion. Imagine asking for that.

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.

I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Love Came…. and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my Heart. Everywhere I looked, I saw One Thing…. Love’s Name written on my limbs, on my left palm, on my forehead, on the back of my neck, on my right big toe… Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to Love.

I realized after reading the fourth chapter of St. John’s Gospel, that Christ was truly the Divine Saviour he claimed to be, and no one but He could transform and uplift the downtrodden women of India. … Thus my heart was drawn to the religion of Christ.

If God made the world, I would not be that God, for the misery of the world would break my heart.

I’ve always kind of gone with my heart.

My heart is broken… I’m lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear.

My Jesus, fill my heart with so much love that one day it will break just to be with you. My Jesus, you know I have placed you as a seal on my heart. Remain there always.

I eat my heart out alone.

The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.

I believe in my heart I’m the best player in the world. I’m just a scorer. I try to put the ball in the basket for my team. I’m just confident in my ability to play ball.

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren’t any other people living in the world.

We’ve got no fairytale ending, in God’s hands our fate is complete. Your heaven’s here in my heart, our love’s this dust beneath my feet.