All Quotes By Tag: Heart

“The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the bowed frame of years, you will always see the dear face and feel the warm heart union of your eternal love.”

“While the mind seeks praise, the heart disguises its intelligence.”

“Tell me the truth.If I cut out my heart, and gave it to you, would that make me any less than human?”

“All they could see now were pink clouds of love and friendship everywhere they looked because the same love and friendship dwelt in their hearts and filled them with happiness.”

“True education fills the heart with wisdom and kindness.”

“My pain is there at the place. but I feel internal happiness when I see how she is happy and enjoying life with her choice What you need more than the happiness of your loved one”

“Between my head and my heart I found peace with the unacceptable.”

“Love is an unbroken circle. Real love returns home, sometimes with familiar eyes, sometimes though a new soul.”

“She was giving away her love with kindness and care, to fill her heart with love and soul with happiness.”

“A heart may desire a thing powerfully indeed, but that heart’s desire might be what a person least needs, for her health, for her continuing happiness.”

“She was giving away her love with kindness and care to fill her heart with love and soul with happiness.”

“Head knowledge is worthless, unless accompanied by submission of the will and right action.”

“There is a depth to life which only comes from our connection to other people. However, we have to find it without becoming a prisoner.”

“If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o’clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they’ll swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black. They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.”

“You know what I love? The spaces between I love you. The tap of your fork against the plate and how my cup of wine clicks against our table. The scratchy voice coming from the radio in the other room. The quiet sound of your hand reaching across the table and whispering over mine. How your voice sounds like your mouth on the back of my neck. The soft murmur of our easy conversation.Between these quiet Tuesday night routines, following every comma and right after every pause for breath, is I, love, and you. In the middle of every I love you is a sink full of dishes, whisper of socked feet tangled in white sheets, and gentle kisses against curved cheeks. We lyric ourselves into the laundry that needs to be finished, into the ends of every smile that follows me repeating your name. We write ourselves into the grocery bags we need to carry, the cracks running up our rented walls, the sides of the bed we choose to drag up the sails of heavy eyed dreams.Like the spaces between our fingers, in the spaces between I, love, and you, we wait.The in-betweens have always been my favorite.”