Quotes
Quotes about Heart
The same heart beats in every human breast.
To thee only God granted
A heart ever new:
To all always open;
To all always true.
Radiant with ardour divine!
Beacons of Hope ye appear!
Languor is not in your heart,
Weakness is not in your word,
Weariness not on your brow.
With women the heart argues, not the mind.
They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.
Veracity is the heart of morality.
We have two lives about us,
Two worlds in which we dwell,
Within us and without us,
Alternate Heaven and Hell:--
Without, the somber Real,
Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the darkies have to part:
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Oh, her heart's adrift with one
On an endless voyage gone!
Night and morning
Hannah's at the window binding shoes.
Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above
Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains:
Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Love
That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains?
Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
My heart is like a singing bird.
We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man can not live without cooks.
He may live without books,--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?
Tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in;
But not alone in the silken snare
Did she catch her lovely floating hair,
For, tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied a young man's heart within.
White sail upon the ocean verge,
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
Thy happy homeward course to run
And winged hope, with heart of fire,
To gain the bliss of thy desire.
I remember the way we parted,
The day and the way we met;
You hoped we were both broken-hearted
And knew we should both forget.
There grows
No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
It is long since Mr. Carlyle expressed his opinion that if any poet or other literary creature could really be "killed off by one critique" or many, the sooner he was so despatched the better; a sentiment in which I for one humbly but heartily concur.
? John Bartlett, compIt's no matter what you do
If your heart be only true,
And his heart was true to Poll.
Lord, for the erring thought
Not into evil wrought:
Lord, for the wicked will
Betrayed and baffled still:
For the heart from itself kept,
Our thanksgiving accept.
I know--yet my arms are empty,
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.
Gods fade; but God abides and in man's heart
Speaks with the clear unconquerable cry
Of energies and hopes that can not die.
She smiled, and the shadows departed;
She shone, and the snows were rain;
And he who was frozen-hearted
Bloomed up into love again.
Canst thou not wait for Love one flying hour
O heart of little faith?
