Be good to yourself. Listen to your body, to your heart. We're very hard on ourselves, and we're always feeling like we're not doing enough. It's a terribly hard job.

Sure, I look like a white man. But my heart is as black as anyone's here.

I'm in my usual state up here in the commentary box: high tension, heart beating like a trip hammer, whatever that is.

Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart.

Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.

I try to teach my heart not to want things it can't have.

I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.

I had lived a charmed life, and then I lost a beautiful woman I loved with all my heart.

I know how easy it is for some minds to glide along with the current of popular opinion, where influence, respectability, and all those motives which tend to seduce the human heart are brought to bear.

Under that heart of stone beat muscles of pure flint.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

You can't get closer to the heart of national sovereignty than national security and intelligence services.

The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.