"heart"タグの名言

Start each day with a positive thought and a grateful heart.

He had been dazzled. Because of the dazzling brightness, he had had to kill [Seigen]. All who had encountered Seigen had had their hearts stolen by that brightness. That envy had turned to malice.

Bear the very erratic of those whom you're so close and hold tightly the most atrocious attitude of such soul mates. But if you can't carry and control over such immoral doings then have a combating way with yourself and welcome to the most interesting life, full of conflicts.

Then don’t think. Let your heart take control for once.

All the things we blame on the heart. But love is not blind.

Wherever you take your heart, take your soul too.

Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart.

It's such a silly little thing, the heart.

The only walls that exist are those you have placed in your mind. And whatever obstacles you conceive, exist only because you have forgotten what you have already achieved.

I want to plant myself in your thoughts and be the subject that moves your lips to the words of your heart.

The best thing about being a writer is having the capacity to touch the heart of another being with your words

Our greatest lesson in this lifetime is to practice opening our hearts, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.

Ironical the way your heart gives an endless middle fingers to all those right decisions that fills your mind …

There is a quiet room inside of me. Where I kept the thought of you so alive. In all of my phases that’s the only place where my soul would rather be. And that’s where I bring my dead roses back to life. In that room, there is nothing to hear But a love song of free birds. In that room there is nothing to feel But their flipping wings flying through my chest. For this room has always been the peace that never fails to end my wars. And it will always be the reason why I’ve never looked for home in others, as long as the warmest and safest home is there ; Inside of me ….

I see you everywhere In the scratched mirrors The dusty pages The empty chairs And in the sad songs that everyone else seems to avoid For you did have a habit of always Breaking the things that once were whole, Making hell out of homes, And leaving souls starving for the things you’ve been feeding your heart on all along …

Come close - let our hearts beat like one, we'll be the two that became one. Love is the rhythm of our night.

Love grows in mysterious ways like a seed through our hearts from our souls blossoming to the world.

Even though we could never be it was my favorite kind of love story - the one without a beginning or an ending.

Just like the most beautiful symphonies my words are my piano keys.

I wish that one day you’ll make it home To a place you belong, a person you love or a passion you may die for Where your heart is cherished Your mind sleeps in peace And your soul is simply understood...