“God gave you a brain and a heart. The heart is warm, but your wits must be cold.”
Source: Doubt, a Parable
“Brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, I vow to use truthful and loving speech. When my mouth is fragrant with right speech, a flower blooms in the garden of my heart.”
Source: Present Moment Wonderful Moment (Revised Edition): Verses for Daily Living-Updated Third Edition
“Dear Daughter,
Let your heart be filled with love for your God, yourself and others. A heart filled with love is a heart full of life.”
Source: Dear Daughter: Short and Sweet Messages for a Queen
“A face can mask pain but the heart, it aches.”
Source: Je pars… mais je reviendrai
“Where Christ is, he rules; for he takes the keys of the house and governs all. Where he is in the heart and affections - there he rules; and where he takes not his lodging in the affections and in the heart, in the joy, desire, and delight, he is not at all. To have him in the brain to talk, and in the tongue to discourse, and yet to keep the heart filled with worldly lusts, shows that Christ does not reside there. By the heart, I mean, especially, the will and the affections. He draws the will to cleave to him, to choose him for the best good.”
Source: The Matchless Love and Indwelling
“...a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and
butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too and my feet and
hands are like theirs.”
Source: The Old Man and the Sea
“From the day I met her, life has not stayed the same. It feels as if the air crackles each time when I see her. And when she smiles at me, I feel as if the clouds are showering rose petals on her and me. And when she comes closer to me then my heart bursts inside my chest with a plethora of unknown emotions and feelings.”
“A good speech is like a miniskirt--long enough to over all the vital parts, short enough to entice and captivate listeners.”
“I want to be a cleaner,
A person cleaner of his own heart,
I want to be a bodyguard,
A person guarding his own heart,
I want to be a farmer,
A farmer farming his own heart,
I want to be a carpenter,
A person crafting his own heart,
I want to be a doctor,
A person treating his own heart,
I want to be a seeker,
A person seeking his own heart,
I want to be a perfect human,
A person perfecting his own heart.”
Source: The Inward Journey
“The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart
I do not mean the symbol
of love, a candy shape
to decorate cakes with,
the heart that is supposed
to belong or break;
I mean this lump of muscle
that contracts like a flayed biceps,
purple-blue, with its skin of suet,
its skin of gristle, this isolate,
this caved hermit, unshelled
turtle, this one lungful of blood,
no happy plateful.
All hearts float in their own
deep oceans of no light,
wetblack and glimmering,
their four mouths gulping like fish.
Hearts are said to pound:
this is to be expected, the heart’s
regular struggle against being drowned.
But most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitous,
though to twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen,
and at night it is the infra-red
third eye that remains open
while the other two are sleeping
but refuses to say what it has seen.
It is a constant pestering
in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum,
a child’s fist beating
itself against the bedsprings:
I want, I don’t want.
How can one live with such a heart?
Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.”
Source: Two-Headed Poems