Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.
God speaks in the silence of the heart. Listening is the beginning of prayer.
If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.
God speaks in the silence of the heart.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.
What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance.
Give food to the birds, you will then be surrounded by the wings of love, you will be encompassed by the joys of little silent hearts!
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
Do I dazzle you?" I voiced my curiosity impulsively, and then the words were out, and it was too late to recall them. But before I had time to too deeply regret speaking the words aloud, she answered "Frequently." And her cheeks took on a faint pink glow. I dazzled her. My silent heart swelled with a hope more intense than I could ever remember having felt before.
So many of you have lost everything. I do not know what to tell you. But surely he knows what to tell you! So many of you have lost members of your family. I can only be silent; I accompany you silently, with my heart...
If humans died in a healthy culture, they would not lock out the earth in metal coffins and carve their names on stone monuments, but would instead place the naked body in the earth and plant a tree above the silent heart.
Meditation is a silent heart, a peaceful mind which can make life more lovable, more livable.
The river taught us how to listen with a silent heart, with a waiting open soul.
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