“I suddenly dreamt that I picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart my heart, and not my head; and I had determined beforehand to fire at my head, at my right temple. After aiming at my chest I waited a second or two, and suddenly my candle , my table, and the wall in front of me began moving and heaving. I made haste to pull the trigger.” HeartMadeTwoMovingFireFrontsWallMy HeartTablesDeterminedTemplesChestsCandleTriggersHasteRevolver Book:Short stories Source: Short stories
“I know I'm not a showy politician... I don't go drinking in parliament's bars. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, I just get on with the job in front of me and you can judge me by my record.” KnowsHeartJobsRecordsFrontsJudgingMy HeartPoliticianDrinkingBarsParliamentSleevesJudge MeShowyHeart On My Sleeve Author:Theresa May
“This is what I do to keep my head screwed on semi-straight and keep my heart open. Whenever I sing, that's why I sing. Whether it's at the Grammys, whether it's in the bathroom, whether it's in front of 10,000 people or three people, by my guru's grace, my head stays in that place.” PeopleHeartThreeGraceFrontsMy HeartBathroomGuru Author:Krishna Das
“I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening...like a light in the midst of the darkness.” ThinkingHeartStillsLightDarknessFrontsMy HeartPaintEveningSomedayMidstYellowBookshops Author:Vincent Van Gogh
“Madame V begins the lesson by reading aloud the first stanza of a famous French poem: Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur? Then she looks up and without any warning she calls on me to translate it. I swallow hard, and try: "It's raining in my heart like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?" Saying these words out loud, right in front of the whole class, makes me feel like I'm not wearing any clothes.” FeelsTryingFirstsLooksHeartHardWholeReadingCitiesClassSadnessFrontsMy HeartLessonsClothesRainLoudLook UpWarningTranslatePierceReading Aloud Author:Sonya Sones
“As long as my heart's still in it, I'll keep going. If the passion's there, why stop?... There'll likely be a point of diminishing returns, a point where my strength will begin to wane. Until then, I'll just keep plodding onward, putting one foot in front of the other to the best of my ability. Smiling the entire time.” IfsHeartLongStillsPassionAbilityFeetFrontsReturnMy HeartKeep GoingDiminishing Returns Book:Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner Source: Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner
“I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.” TryingMindHeartStillsMomentsEyeFeltMemoriesWonderfulFrontsMy HeartTasteOvercomingBreathsLipsObstaclesSmellUselessSensitiveThat MomentJaceDeep BreathAftershock Author:Rachel Vincent