Quotes
Quotes about Heart
The heart of man is the place the Devil's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
Spirits that live throughout,
Vital in every part, not as frail man,
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
Cannot but by annihilating die.
Far from all resort of mirth
Save the cricket on the hearth.
Yet I argue not
Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.
Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
Angels listen when she speaks:
She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore called the staff of life.
Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives
She builds our quiet as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little heaven.
If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself
That hideous sight,--a naked human heart.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
In parts superior what advantage lies?
Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?
'T is but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.
Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
In all the raging impotence of woe.
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deni'd,
And pleas'd with favours given,--
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
