“In passing around the holy aged house (Kaa'bah), and crossing the Safa and Marwa lanes, in prayer inside the Ka'bah, in bowing and prostration, Kuwait was a prayer throbbed in my heart and uttered by my tongue.. Praying for God to protect us from the evils of ourselves and our bad deeds, Praying for God to keep blessing the people of Kuwait with the grace of unity, not to be torn by a difference, and the grace of love not to be destroyed by disputes, and the grace of progress not to be hampered by prejudices.” PeopleHeartEvilHouseDifferencesPrayerGraceProgressPrayingMy HeartHolyBlessingProtectPrejudiceUnityDeedsTonguePassingPassingsDestroyedTornDisputesCrossingsLanesKuwaitProstration Author:Jaber Al-Ahmad Al-Sabah
“When I'm in the house of God, I don't wear my jewelry, if you're looking for my jewelry. All you see is my heart of gold.” IfsHeartHouseMy HeartGoldJewelryHouse Of GodHeart Of Gold Author:Mr. T
“Lysistrata: Oh, Calonicé, my heart is on fire; I blush for our sex. Men will have it we are tricky and sly...Calonicé: And they are quite right, upon my word!Lysistrata: Yet, look you, when the women are summoned to meet for a matter of the last importance, they lie abed instead of coming.Calonicé: Oh, they will come, my dear; but 'tis not easy you know, for a woman to leave the house. One is busy pottering about her husband; another is getting the servant up; a third is putting her child asleep or washing the brat or feeding it.” KnowsMenLooksHeartChildrenMatterLastsLyingHouseSexEasyFireMy HeartHusbandThirdsImportanceBusyDearServantFeedingTrickyWashingX MenSlyBrat Book:The Eleven Comedies Source: The Eleven Comedies
“You know how, when you fly from coast to coast on a really clear day, looking down from many miles up, you can see the little baseball diamonds everywhere? And every time I see a baseball diamond my heart goes out to it. And I think somewhere down there- I don't see any houses, I can hardly see any roads- but I know that people down there are playing the game we all love.” PeopleThinkingKnowsHeartLittlesI CanGamesHouseKnow HowClearMy HeartBaseballMilesDiamondCoastLooking DownClear Day Author:Donald Hall
“Our Southern brethren have done grievously, they have rebelled and have attacked their father's house and their loyal brothers. They must be punished and brought back, but this necessity breaks my heart.” HeartWarDoneFatherHouseBreakBrotherMy HeartCivil WarSouthernLoyalBrethrenBreaking My Heart Author:Robert Anderson
“I certainly treasure the memory and indeed the picture, which still hangs in my house in Scotland, of Ronnie Barker and I with the Choir when we came to Wales to shoot our Welsh choir section of the "Two Ronnies" programme. You are very close to my heart.” HeartStillsTwoHouseMemoriesMy HeartTreasureSectionsScotlandProgrammesChoirWalesWelshClose To My Heart Author:Ronnie Corbett
“In life, (the fashion world) is full of sharks. In this world the young girls lose themselves; become the property of others, live but for the job and their craziness...they don't know anymore where their home is. Many take drugs. It's strange. Perhaps the girls understand that this does not work for me. I don't have many friendships with other models. I respect them and enjoy working with them, but I probably would not invite them into my home. My house is like my heart, and I open it only to those with whom I have a close relationship.” KnowsWorldHeartDoeHomeJobsYoungGirlHouseEnjoyLosesFashionThis WorldStrangeMy HeartDrugModelsPropertyInvitesSharksCrazinessClose RelationshipFashion World Author:Laetitia Casta
“Whenever you have to come to my house and convince me to leave my home and play football, deep down in my heart I really don't want to play, but I really don't want to let you down.” WantHeartPlayHomeHouseFootballMy HeartConvinceDeep Down Author:Deion Sanders
“A few years ago, when I was writing songs for my first album, I was staying with Michael Feinstein as I often did. I was working on a pilot. My grandma was very sick at the time. She died of complications from alcoholism. She always used to say [in his grandma's voice], "Red wine is good for my heart. That's what my doctor said." And we'd say, "Yeah, but not for breakfast." Unfortunately, it was the thing that killed her. I felt inspired to write a song about her and what that meant for her life and for all of us. I was writing it in Michael's house.” WritingYearsFirstsHeartSaidUsedSongHouseFeltVoiceMy HeartRedYears AgoDoctorsSickDiedYeahWineInspiredAlbumsStayingBreakfastPilotsAlcoholismGrandmaWriting SongsComplicationMy GrandmaRed Wine Author:Cheyenne Jackson
“Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1” WayHeartDreamHandsEarthSongDiesHouseLostSinBoysFireDoorsMy HeartForgottenEdgesCancerIndianAshesLocksFistsClosingBlanketClicksHouse Fires Author:Sherman Alexie
“In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.” FeelsHeartBodyHandsHouseTalkingBreakMinesMy HeartMadChests Author:Jeanette Winterson
“Here in my heart, my happiness, my house. Here inside the lighted window is my love, my hope, my life. Peace is my companion on the pathway winding to the threshold. Inside this portal dwells new strength in the security, serenity, and radiance of those I love above life itself. Here two will build new dreams--dreams that tomorrow will come true. The world over, these are the thoughts at eventide when footsteps turn ever homeward. In the haven of the hearthside is rest and peace and comfort.” WorldHeartTwoDreamTurnsHouseSecurityHavensTomorrowMy HeartComfortWindowCompanionSerenityPathwaysFootstepsThresholdRadiancePortalRest And Peace Author:Abraham Lincoln
“In the middle of the night I am awakened by a sound. I sit up abruptly in bed. I hear it again. It's music. Wait, it sounds like the ice cream man, in our house. Is this some kind of twisted nightmare? The flipping ice cream man, breaking in to chop us all up in our beds to the tune of 'Zippity Do Dah'?... My heart slows. I remember. There is no psycho ice cream man here. It is just our new musical soap dispenser.” MenHeartKindRememberNightHouseWaitingSoundMiddleMy HeartBedMusicalIceTunesNightmareCreamIce CreamTwistedSoapAwakenedMiddle Of The NightPsycho Author:Deb Caletti
“I hate both of my parents right now: for sitting quietly in our house, while out in the darkness my heart was beating away all of the seconds of my life, ticking them off one by one until my time was up; for letting the thread between us stretch so far and so thin that the moment it was severed for good they didn't even feel it.” FeelsHeartMomentsHateHouseParentDarknessMy HeartRight NowSittingI HateMy TimeSecondsThreadSitting Quietly Author:Lauren Oliver
“The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.” HeartFacesSongAsksHouseWishVoiceHeardMy HeartInstrumentsRemainsMeetingsGentleThis DayAgonyLitLampsFootsteps Author:Rabindranath Tagore
“Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.” HeartLongHandsUsedHouseWaitingDarkSleepBreakMorningDoorsStreetsMy HeartBeatsRainNoiseGuiltyFar AwayBlankCreepsBegin AgainGhastly Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson