All of our actions take their hue from the complexion of the heart, as landscapes their variety from light.
—Francis Bacon (via homo-online)
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Posts tagged heart:
My heart is like a singing bird
whose nest has caught fire.
—Peter Pereira, opening lines to “Tête-à-tête” in What’s Written On The Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)
*Note: The opening line of “Tête-à-tête” is borrowed from Christina Georgina Rossetti’s poem “A Birthday.”
“It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart.”
—Denise Levertov
The Quiet is Me, Listening
Most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitous,
though no twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen.-Margaret Atwood
Strange
how the heart remembers
faces and feelings
like an inward mirror.
I have hardened my heart only a little: I have learned
that happiness is important, but pain gives importance.
—Robinson Jeffers, from “The World’s Wonders” in Robinson Jeffers Selected Poems (Vintage Books, 1965)
“Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that.”
—Richard Ford
“We are the breakers of our own hearts.”
—Eudora Welty
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
—C. G. Jung
“A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.”
—Gabriel García Márquez
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