I don’t go by the rule book. I lead from the heart, not the head.
Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
I know of only one duty, and that is to love.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
To celebrate the heart of Christmas is to forget ourselves in the service of others.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
Christmas is for children. But it is for grownups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hide bound hearts.
The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens, easing other’s loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.
Do not give in too much to feelings. An overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.
Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.
Never give up. And most importantly, be true to yourself. Write from your heart, in your own voice, and about what you believe in.
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.
Keep close to Nature’s heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
A broken heart heals when we allow the healing to go as deep as the wound went.
Tell your story with your whole heart.
Everybody’s got a hungry heart.