Top 1200 Hearts Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

The great cowboys are the ones with the biggest hearts.

In music, all hearts are revealed to us.

People have goodness in their hearts.

Hearts Live By Being Wounded

Let light hearts remake us.

Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God's eyes. If only they could see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time, there would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed . . . I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other.

Sit with the repentant, for they have the softest hearts.

Battles are won in the hearts of men.

The hearts letter is read in the eyes.

Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Hearts are stronger than swords.

Let the ideas clash but not the hearts.

We have Israel always in our hearts.

Brains without competitive hearts are rudderless.

Broken hearts are for assholes, are you an asshole?

You can't fight hearts and minds with money.

The desire to reach hearts is wise

The hearts of great men can be changed.

For this I came - to open your hearts to the Light.

Of course, none of this can happen for us until we give our lives back to God. We cannot know the joy or the life or the freedom of heart I've described until we surrender our lives to Jesus and surrender them totally... We turn, and give ourselves body, soul, and spirit back to God, asking him to cleanse our hearts and make them new. And he does. He gives us a new heart. And he comes to dwell there, in our hearts.

Monster Hearts is pretty cool!

I know, in my heart of hearts, I don't do things for money.

The hearts of the great can be changed.

All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless at all.

Trees indeed have hearts.

Most people think of love as some sort of power outside of themselves that will "take them away from all of this." Sadly, this is not the case. Love exists only within our own hearts, and to have happy relationships we must first become truly loving people. And as we fill our hearts with love by expressing love for others in thought, word, and deed ("acting as if" until we make it happen if necessary), that love can heal our own lives, help to solve our problems, and enable us to feel good about ourselves.

I like to touch people's hearts.

Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.

In our hearts... there must abide some pity for those people who have always felt themselves to be separate from even their most familiar surroundings, those people who either are foreigners or who suffer a singular point of view that makes them feel as if they’re foreigners - even in their native lands. In our hearts... there also abides a certain suspicion that such people need to feel set apart from their society. But people who initiate loneliness are no less lonely than those who are suddenly surprised by loneliness, nor are they undeserving of our pity.

God sees hearts as we see faces.

When friends meet, hearts warm.

Two hearts are better than one.

I'd like to be queen of people's hearts.

You know hearts these days are cheap.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

I've stolen a couple of hearts and they are in my private collection!

Paradise is open to all kind hearts.

Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

I have pains in my hearts, they have taken my appetite.

People vote with their hearts, not their heads.

'Varmathiye' is a song that can touch your hearts.

Love is the intuitive knowledge of our hearts.

Hearts can break and never make a sound.

The whole existence is surrounded by a divine energy that protects you, cares for you, is always available. If you go on missing it, it is only because of you. If you keep your doors closed, the sun may be outside but you will live in darkness. Even if the doors are open and the sun is there, you can keep your eyes closed and you will still live in darkness. So is the case with god: his love is always there but our hearts are not open, our hearts are closed.

It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.

There are as many loves as there are hearts.

The best hearts are ever the bravest.

Youth is the time when hearts are large.

Touching Hearts, Changing Lives.

Genuine trust involves allowing another to matter and have an impact in our lives. For that reason, many who hate and do battle with God trust Him more deeply than those whose complacent faith permits an abstract and motionless stance before Him. Those who trust God most are those whose faith permits them to risk wrestling with Him over the deepest questions of life. Good hearts are captured in a divine wrestling match; fearful, doubting hearts stay clear of the mat.

It is by women that nature writes on the hearts of men.

It is people's hearts that move the age.

Millions of Spaniards have Catalonia in their hearts.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Two hearts in love need no words.

Why don’t people’s hearts tell them to continue following their dreams?” the boy asked the alchemist. “Because that’s what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don’t like to suffer." From then on, the boy understood his heart. He asked it, please, never to stop speaking to him. He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm. The boy swore that, every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

Love makes all hard hearts gentle.

Softening what is rigid in our hearts.

Let the pain remind you hearts can heal