When you miss someone….it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

Kila mmoja wetu ana kitu cha kutoa. Wengine wana pesa, wengine wana vipaji, wengine wana muda. Vipaji vyote tulivyopewa na Mungu, vikubwa au vidogo, hatuna budi kuvitumia kiukarimu kwa watu wanaovihitaji. Tunapofanya hivyo tunaleta mabadiliko...

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! – I have as much soul as you, – and full as much heart! And if...

As followers of Christ, we are to be careful not to remain victims of the many cultural presuppositions of who he is, and what he teaches, insofar as taking for granted our own caricatures of...

The only thing that ever came close to tugging my heart strings is music. I know this because that is the only time I’ve felt them move.

In the modern Christian attempt to take a stand as Christ did, and maybe for others, win the approval of the world, the Christian will often think that it consists of targeting and demoralizing fellow...

An aversion came over me that we feel for all the mutilated. Why is that so, do you think? Because they put us in mind of what we would rather forget: how easily, at the...

valentinemy friends stitched it up with golden threadlike a redsatin pillow they gave me other whole ones tooroses and charms and red candlesmilagros to repair the real onethey told me i was no longer allowed...

Usually in features, I’m the lead. I consider the director the captain, but I consider myself the first mate, and it’s up to me to keep in contact with the heart of the crew.

Love in your heart is good medicine for long live. Hatred in your blood is the major cause of heart failure! Love people, get transfused with a fresh blood and you’ll live long!

Be wonderful! Like a dog, love with all of your heart.

Every night I pray I whisper into a megaphone, not only so God is sure to hear, but also my neighbors, because I pray to God He’ll deliver pestilence and plague to the residents next...

They just never quit, and they always played with such passion and such heart. Those are the things we can control out there, and they really believed that when they played.

For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.

When passions are ignited in the heart, the whole body responds to its stimulus

Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.

The Conditioned Mind / shuts off magical vision and gnosis / gives up freedom, truth, real choices / loses sight of love, trust, and social coherence / loses touch with organic life, gives way to...

For though your mind is active enough, your heart is darkened with corruption, and without a pure heart there can be no full or genuine sensibility.

Our hearts will be broken a thousand times over, but who is to say that our hearts were ever perfect to begin with? Maybe they can withstand a few cracks. After all, the way that...

Whose idea was it that we should all get jobs, work faster, work better, race from place to place with our brains stewing on tweets, blogs, and sound bites, on must-see movies, must-do experiences, must-have...

Love rocks. Stones also rock. I wish I could scissors paper my way into your heart.