Heart Quotes - Page 5

My heart's scripture tastes
foreign in the mouths of
cowards and on the tongues of
those who have never breathed in
the moon and breathed out the world.

When you choose to work with a willing, happy heart, you become a beautiful source of joy to all.

Let us find someone who will never break our heart, who will always be there for us, who will make us happy all the time, who will respect, love and cherish us in everything, and we can't go far in the search because such personality is within us, not in the world we are living now!

The brain. Where words mean something. The heart. Where words feel something. When both work together. Kaboom.

Exercise the muscles that compassionately open the heart.

In your writing and your life.

Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts.

It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing.

Leaders are hard workers. They never expect more out of the people around them than they are willing to give themselves.

Beware of worldliness - it can turn your heart away from God.

Work filled with inspiration is worship.
A heart filled with courage is unbreakable.
A life filled with gratitude is fulfilled.

My heart is bigger than my fist.

Writing unlocks the heart and soul that we might be receptive to God’s blessings.

We inter-change ideas. You can stay in the United States and inspire people in Indonesia. You can stay in Ghana and inspire people in Turkey. You can stay in Nigeria and inspire people in cote'd voire. You can stay in Senegal and inspire people in China and vice versa.

But between now and then, there was Life; and Bod walked into it with his eyes and his heart wide open.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

The words were good words, Ulysses felt, maybe even great words, but the list was very incomplete. He was just getting started. The words needed to be arranged, fussed with, put in the order of his heart.

We need to get to the heart of each heart issue - and we can’t do it. Only the Maker can. The world needs #Jesus.

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words.

How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.

Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.

The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.