Heart
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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
Put your heart, mind, and soul into even your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.
Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.
There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.
Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
Life is all about evolution. What looks like a mistake to others has been a milestone in my life. Even if people have betrayed me, even if my heart was broken, even if people misunderstood or judged me, I have learned from these incidents. We are human and we make mistakes, but learning from them is what makes the difference.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion if we can simply learn that as well as giving, it is blessed to receive with grace and a grateful heart.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
Of course! It takes a lot of strength to mend a broken heart. Channelising energies into your work helps, but also to be able to accept situations for what they are instead of questioning them helps immensely.
In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
I wasn't the brightest kid in school. I was a backbencher troubling the frontbencher, and eventually I failed in my 10th grade. But then in higher secondary, there were only three people who got first division in arts, and I was one of them. So this tells you, where you put your mind and heart into, that's where you go.
I must have something to engross my thoughts, some object in life which will fill this vacuum, and prevent this sad wearing away of the heart.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
That's who my mom is. She's a listener and a doer. She's a woman driven by compassion, by faith, by a fierce sense of justice and a heart full of love. So, this November, I'm voting for a woman who is my role model, as a mother, and as an advocate. A woman who has spent her entire life fighting for families and children.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
O Holy Spirit, descend plentifully into my heart. Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.
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