Love to Jesus is a sure title to the greatest possible happiness; for Jesus is omnipotent and has determined to make his friends happy, and surely will not forget a single one in whose heart is...
I still have not given up the idea of becoming a journalist, but at 17 I decided to follow my heart and stay in Los Angeles with my girlfriend as opposed to going to Johns Hopkins.
I had been a radical, a left-wing politico, and meeting the Indian people made me realize that the politics of the left and the right were so much less important than the politics of the heart and the...
If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.
Home is where the heart is.
Sometimes, when we least expect it, we catch a glimpse of someone, a face, perhaps only a smile, and our heart latches on and will not let go. It may not be love at first, but soon and for always.
The heart is perverse above all things, and unsearchable. Who can know it?
Nothin' baby. You just get close too quickly because you've got a big heart and you want a big love.
It is hard to fight with one's heart's desires; whatever it wishes to get, it purchases at the cost of the soul.
At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a question which you must answer within your own heart.
My brain tells me it will be better to just let him go.My heart... not so much.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge;...
Only God can put Scripture inside. But reading sacred text can put it on your hearts, and then when your hearts break, the holy words will fall inside.
Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one...
You're beautiful to me, Jamie," I said softly, at last. "So beautiful, you break my heart.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
Fifteen minutes later, Justin looks at his pint of blood with pride. He doesn't want it to go to some stranger, he almost wants to bring it to the hospital himself, survey the wards and present it to...
Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of...
The heart apparently doesn't stop that easily.
She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.
Today one may pluck out one's very heart and not find it.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
They called each other family and that's what they were-sisters. Many people in the world had family of the heart, kin by choice rather than by blood, and hers had come along in her darkest hour and...
If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
My body rocks as if Isaiah used a defibrillator on my chest. He loves me.His words gain traction in my head...he loves me. My heart patters faster and faster. Not because of anxiety but because of...
I think you know, Matthew. You have many corners in your heart.
Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don't give up on true love.
Whether you are absent in the neighboring room, or on the other side of the planet, the difference is not essential. The presence of the friend who apparently has moved away, can be more dense than a...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...