A Quote by Mary Roach

It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls. — © Mary Roach
It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls.

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He who speaks from the lips chatters. He who speaks from an empty mind adds confusion to discord. He who speaks from a full mind feeds the minds of men. He who speaks from his heart wins the confidence of mankind. But he who speaks from his soul heals the heartbreaks of a world and feeds the hungry, starving souls of men. He can dry the tears of anguish and pain. He can bring light, for he will carry light.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
Unlike most politicians who speak only from their mind, Amar Singhji thinks and speaks both from his mind and heart.
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
I am a woman of the 21st Century who is self-assured and speaks my mind
I am a woman of the 21st Century who is self-assured and speaks my mind.
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
Forgiveness in the heart comes about when the walls of separation in the mind fall.
Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?
We have two main instruments: the mind and the heart. The mind finds it difficult to be happy, precisely because the mind consciously enjoys the sense of separativity. It is always judging and doubting the reality in others. This is the human mind, the ordinary physical mind, the earth-bound mind. But we also have the aspiring heart, the loving heart. This loving heart is free from insecurity, for it has already established its oneness with the rest of the world.
The senator had only one argument in his favour: his feeling. When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. In the realm of kitsch, the dictatorship of the heart reigns supreme.
If a man speaks his mind in a forest, and no woman hears him, is he still wrong?
Shakespeare speaks for the human heart but Dickens speaks for the social man and for injustices.
Nothing speaks louder than an evocative photograph that stirs the imagination, tugs at the heart strings and engages the mind.
Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.
It is the body, subject to the harmony of the steps it is executing, which speaks. And it speaks to the heart in as direct a language as does music.
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