Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
Carve your name in hearts, not marble.
The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts --the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria --are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy.
If thou canst walk on water, thou art no better than a straw. If thou canst fly in the air, thou art no better than a fly. Conquer thy heart that thou mayest become somebody.
If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.
The North! the South! the West! the East! No one the most and none the least, But each with its own heart and mind, Each of its own distinctive kind, Yet each a part and none the whole, But all together form one soul; That soul Our Country at its best, No North, no South, no East, no West, No yours, no mine, but always Ours, Merged in one Power our lesser powers, For no one's favor, great or small, But all for Each and each for All.
Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; and pride, two bent knees.
Sticks and stones may break your bones when there's anger to inpart. Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart. -Unknown.
All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense, and as they please They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size, Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts is lawful prize, Not all that glisters gold.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
O Popular Applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
Appreciating each other is a true family value, one that will bail out much of the stress on the planet and help strengthen the universal bond all people have. Doc Childre, The How To Book of Teen Self Discovery When I start appreciating, I look at it like business. I start by appreciating life itself. After all, life is really a gift. It might not always seem like that's true, but it is. If nothing else, it's a gift of discovery. So I appreciate that! Doc Childre and Sara Paddision, HeartMath Discovery Program What you put out comes back. The more you sincerely appreciate life from the heart, the more the magnetic energy of appreciation attracts fulfilling life experiences to you, both personally and professionally. Learning how to appreciate more consistently offers many benefits and applications. Appreciation is an easy heart frequency to activate and it can help shift your perspectives quickly. Learning how to appreciate both pleasant and even seemingly unpleasant experiences is a key to increased fulfillment. Mother Teresa -Sara Paddison.
Life can be seen through your eyes but it is not fully appreciated until it is seen through your heart.
Make me over, Mother April, When the sap begins to stir! When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great heart beats and quivers, To revive the days that were.
Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
The architect Built his great heart into these sculptured stones, And with him toiled his children, and their lives Were builded, with his own, into the walls, As offerings unto God.
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve in every part, His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
One thing that makes art different from life is that in art things have a shape... it allows us to fix our emotions on events at the moment they occur, it permits a union of heart and mind and tongue and tear.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.