“Although I feel very French, a part of my heart is in the States. When my brother and I arrived, we didnt really speak any English, and when we left, thats all we spoke when we played together. It was just a beautiful place to grow up.” FeelsHeartStatesTogetherBeautifulLeftSpeakGrowsGrowing UpBrotherMy HeartMy BrotherSpokesBeautiful Places Author:Delphine Arnault
“The last sort of really low-key race I ran, I realized with about a hundred metres to go, that my heart just wasn't in it. I wasn't trying my hardest, I didn't care to compete against the girls I was up against. That spoke a lot about where my heart was taking me-which was off the track.” TryingHeartCareLastsGirlRaceKeysMy HeartLowsHundredTrackI RealizedHardestRanSpokesLow KeyTrying My Hardest Author:Cathy Freeman
“The more I follow grace, the more I'm drawn to him (God), the more I'm willing to stand up for people being persecuted. .. This sounds so churchy, but I felt like God spoke to my heart and said '(homosexuality) is not a sin'.” PeopleHeartSaidFeltSoundSinGraceWillingMy HeartSpokesHomosexualityPersecuted Author:Jay Bakker
“Then, in that hour of deliverance, my heart spoke. Does not such a country, and such defenders of their country, deserve a song?” HeartDoeCountrySongHoursMy HeartDeserveSpokesDeliveranceDefenders Author:Francis Scott Key
“She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.” ShouldHeartSaidIdeasCountryMy HeartGladEveningSpokesPopcornPorch Book:Road Novels 1957-1960 Source: Road Novels 1957-1960
“Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.” HeartSelfNamesMy OwnHalfSilencePrideMy HeartLipsHungerDustSpokesBleedingKneeling Author:Khalil Gibran
“Leo smiled and stroked her hair. 'We'll both be fine, Marks. We've just begun our journey...and there's so much we have yet to do.' He spoke more softly as he heard her breathing turn even and steady. 'Rest against my heart. Let me watch over your dreams. And know that tomorrow morning, and every morning after that, you'll awaken next to someone who loves you.' 'Dodger?' she mumbled against his chest, and he grinned. 'No, your confounded ferret will have to stay in his basket. I was referring to myself.' 'Yes, I know.' Catherine slid her hand up to his cheek. 'Only you,' she said. 'Always you.” KnowsHeartSaidDreamHandsTurnsNextWatchesMorningHeardJourneyLove YouHairFineTomorrowMy HeartLet MeMarkBreathingYour DreamsSpokesChestsSteadyCheeksEvery MorningBasketsReferringHands UpDodgersMorning AfterTomorrow MorningFerrets Author:Lisa Kleypas