Top 1200 Lost Heart Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose!

If you haven't got any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble.

I restricted myself to a diet rich in fruits and vegetables and soon enough lost five kgs. Encouraged by that, I continued to follow a balanced diet and lost another 13 kgs. I feel much better now that I am 18 kgs lighter.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

Somewhere between sanity and madness lays a fine line, for some it is a tightrope walked daily, a fight for balance to be won or lost. That fight is lost one of two ways. Some simply lose their balance and fall, others are pushed.

It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

In desperate times, much more than anything else, folks need perspective. For perspective brings calm. Calm leads to clear thinking. Clear thinking yields new ideas. And ideas produce the bloom...of an answer. Keep your head and heart clear. Perspective can just as easily be lost as it can be found.

Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back.

The rollout of a classic has to have the heart of all the people working it. There's no way they can have their heart in it if they don't believe in it.

The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially for him. And never again, for all eternity, will the train stop at this station to take him back to the world he came from.

Come to me. Are you lost? I can see another way from where I live. The heart can see a path that's out of sight to the head-a path you'll surely overlook, left alone on your lofty perch up there, too distracted by your world to see the real world where I live. I live on the level of laughter, tears, and-yes-prayer.

You've got to sing from the depths of the heart. Without heart, you cannot be a Qawwal.

My heart, my heart, be whole and free: Love is thine only enemy.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

Only the prayer which comes from our heart can get to God's heart.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.

I ask myself what is the sound of women? What is the word for that still thing I have hunted inside them for so long? Deep inside the avalanche of joy, the thing deeper in the dark, and deeper still in the bed where we are lost. Deeper, deeper down where a woman's heart is holding its breath, where something very far away in that body is becoming something we don't have a name for.

She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.

I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied: "Right as a Ribstone Pippin!" But it lied.

Well in case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees These foolish games are tearing me apart Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart You're breaking my heart

Only the heart knows the correct answer. Most people think the heart is mushy and sentimental. But it's not. The heart is intuitive; it's holistic, it's contextual, it's relational. It doesn't have a win-lose orientation. It taps into the cosmic computer - the field of pure potentiality, pure knowledge, and infinite organizing power - and takes everything into account. At times it may not even seem rational, but the heart has a computing ability that is far more accurate and far more precise than anything within the limits of rational thought.

The English language has about 450,000 commonly used words, but more may be needed. What to you call someone who has lost a sibling or had a miscarriage? Or a gay person whose partner has died? Or an elderly person who has lost every friend and relative? So many heartaches can't be found in the dictionary.

The heart is our hidden center, beyond the grasp of our reason and of others; only the Spirit of God can fathom the human heart and know it fully. The heart is the place of decision, deeper than our psychic drives. It is the place of truth, where we choose life or death. It is the place of encounter.

A loving heart, a heart full of love, is the precious essence of human life.

When you've managed to stumble directly into the heart of the unknown - either through the misdirection of others, or better yet, through your own creative ineptitude - there is no one there to hold your hand or tell you what to do. In those bad lost moments, in the times when are advised not to panic, we own the unknown, and the world belongs to us. The child within has full reign. Few of us are ever so free

You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain-- no matter how smart or accomplished--they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love and a peaceful heart.

A noble heart is a thankful heart that loves to acknowledge whenever it has received any mercy.

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.

God takes out your heart of flesh, and gives you a heart of stone.

Refrain from the violence of fist, tongue or heart. And heart is real important.

World vision is getting on your heart what has always been on God's heart.

The act of painting is about one heart telling another heart where he found salvation.

I knew that my father was going to die of heart disease, and I was trying to make a heart for him.

I've never lost a friend over work. I come from a small-town environment and I remember my childhood impressions that, if you were a conniver or a fink or whatever, everybody knew about it and you were a louse for the rest of your life. So I never lost those values in some way.

I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered –about her teeth for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things she had lost, *but whose inner glow has faded*. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think it'd understand.

Compassion arises naturally as the quivering of the heart in the face of pain, ours and another's. True compassion is not limited by the separateness of pity, nor by the fear of being overwhelmed. When we come to rest in the great heart of compassion, we discover a capacity to bear witness to, suffer with, and hold dear with our own vulnerable heart the sorrows and beauties of the world.

The Go Red for Women campaign raises awareness of the risk of heart disease. I think a lot of people don't realize that heart disease is the number one killer of women. So what we're doing is encouraging women to tell five other women to learn more about heart disease and how they can prevent it.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

When you're trying to bring the streets into rap to prove a point, then you already lost. You separate the two, and that ain't to be played with. You've got people that lost their lives and people that are doing real time. If we gon' make music, let's just make music.

I lost relatives to AIDS. A couple of my closest cousins, favorite cousins. I lost friends to AIDS, high school friends who never even made it to their 21st birthdays in the '80s. When it's that close to you, you can't - you know, you can't really deny it, and you can't run from it.

The religions are the buildings or the institutions, the groups, but inside of that is what moves, is what's alive, is the beating heart of spirituality, and really, the heart's blood is the mystical experience. Not airy fairy vague mystical experience, but transformative, intimate experience that really touches your heart with love, and not just sex.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on.

I'd grown up in a Presbyterian church, but I really didn't know Christ personally in my heart. I knew him, but I didn't know him. And there's a difference between an intellectual faith and a personal, heart faith in which I opened my heart to him and let him rule my life.

Grace is not something for which I must look in my heart. It is in the heart of God.

Singing connects the mind with the heart and the heart with the soul. So sing. I dare you!

I don't want to break someone's heart, but you can't control that. A broken heart happens; that's inevitable.

You strive to have a good heart. But what is a heart? Just a chunk of flesh that a dog can eat.

When the heart gets into prayer, every beat of the heart creates a miracle.

We have forgotten love, and Sat lonely beside each other. We have eaten together, Lonely behind our plates, we Have hidden behind children, We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns toward you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence.

Brian Posehn went up at 4:45 in the morning. And he gets lost at a certain point. I don't know if we kept him getting lost on the CD. That joke isn't as technically well delivered as I'm sure it is in his Comedy Central special. But the whole disk has this looseness and flavor to it where anything can happen that a lot of people will prefer.

Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

Compassion brings fulfillment to the heart. Selfish desires simply agitate the heart.

In my heart are the deeds my body has done and my heart has been weighed in the balance.