Vera Nazarian Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding.

  Vera Nazarian

  Christmas, Dream, Healing

• The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

  Vera Nazarian

  Lying, Heart, Sometimes

• In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.

  Vera Nazarian

  Honesty, Heart, Dark

  "The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration: Old Wisdom for a New World". Book by Vera Nazarian, 2010.

• The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies. Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night. The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again. When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart. It is your immortal inspiration.

  Vera Nazarian

  Inspiration, Heart, Winter

• Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away. When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute. Remember a searing look of intimate eyes. Receive the inner fire.

  Vera Nazarian

  Memories, Eye, Heart

• No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes, somewhere in its heart of hearts, is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world, and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden.

  Vera Nazarian

  Real, Believe, Blessed

• I am a novelist at heart.

  Vera Nazarian

  Heart, Novelists

  Source: fantasyworlds.wordpress.com

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