#heart

Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart. ↗

— Arnold H. Glasow

#anything #blood #cold #created #ever

God grant you all your desires and accept my own hearty thanks for all your attention to me. Although indeed, those attentions have tried me more than death can now terrify me. ↗

— Jane Grey

#although #attention #attentions #death #desires

Grant that I may not pray alone with the mouth; help me that I may pray from the depths of my heart. ↗

— Martin Luther

#depths #grant #heart #help #i

We have progressed from the stone age and moved on to the age of stone hearted people ↗

— Amit Abraham

#stone-age #stone-hearted #age

Those speak foolishly who ascribe their anger or their impatience to such as offend them or to tribulation. Tribulation does not make people impatient, but proves that they are impatient. So everyone may learn from tribulation how his heart is constituted. ↗

— Martin Luther

#impatience #patience #tribulation #anger

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of me And it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me ↗

— Criss Jami

#anger #battery #control #heart #inner

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#beautiful-chaos #creative-process #creativity #heartbreak #inspiration

The whole point about vision is that it's very individual, it's very personal, and it has to be confessional. It has to be something which hurts - the pulling out of it and putting it on the page hurts. Art can be about the individual writer's response to his or her condition, and if that response comes out of a predigested belief about what the audience wants to hear about the writer's condition, then it has no truth, it has no validity. You either write with your own blood or nobody's. Otherwise it's just ink. ↗

— Clive Barker

#writing-from-the-heart #art

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly. ...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken. ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#fairy #godmother #heart #heartbreak #wings

If love is like driving a car, then I must be the worst driver in the world. I missed all the signs and ended up lost. ↗

— Brian MacLearn

#life-and-living #lost-love #love-hurts #life