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 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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

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

In my heart, I am Palestinian.

Reggae is my heart? Reggae is my soul.

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

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.

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.

Henceforth, please God, forever I forego the yolk of men’s opinions. I will be light-hearted as a bird and live with God. I find him in the bottom of my heart, and I hear continually his voice therein.

I’m a good friend, but I’m a hell of an enemy. As your enemy, I want your demise. When I feel that in my heart it burns till I die.

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

When I work I do it from my heart. And my heart is that I bring love to the world. When I travel around the world I bring my love. I bring so much love in my heart. I hope you can feel that.

My passion for giving is no different than yours. I give because it’s in my heart to give. I give because I was taught to give at a very early age. This is how I developed my passion for giving.

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

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

I have to not harden my heart, because I want to stay open to feel things.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

In my heart of hearts I believe I was made to entertain.

Our chiefs are killed. . . . The little children are freezing to death. . . . My people have no blankets, no food. . . . My heart is sick and sad. . . . I will fight no more forever.

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.

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.

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 eat my heart out alone.

I’ve always kind of gone with my heart.

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

UndertowI set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I’d be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

What stirs up in my heart is, ‘Oh would we see an outpouring of the Holy Spirit.’