Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow wander
All healing is first a healing of the heart.
Live your life from your heart. Share from your heart. And your story will touch and heal people's souls.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
You don't have to sit on top of a mountain to discover what's right for you. You always know in your heart what you need to do.
The heart is the first feature of working minds.
The heart is wiser than the intellect.
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
The less you open your heart to others, the more your heart suffers.
I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed
The Divine Spirit does not reside in any except the joyful heart
A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart
The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart.
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child
On average, an infant laughs nearly two hundred times a day; an adult, only twelve. Maybe they are laughing so much because they are looking at us. To be able to preserve joyousness of heart and yet to be concerned in thought: in this way we can determine good fortune and misfortune on earth, and bring to perfection everything on earth
I must confess I am a fop in my heart; ill customs influence my very senses, and I have been so used to affectation that without the help of the air of the court what is natural cannot touch me.
Never a ship sails out of the bayBut carries my heart as a stowaway
To live by a large river is to be kept in the heart of things
My heart leaps up when I behold†
A rainbow in the sky:†
So was it when my life began;†
So is it now I am a man;†
So be it when I shall grow old,†
Or let me die!
Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress