#heart

When I write, I put one foot in front of the other. It's an act of faith. I just follow my heart. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#faith #follow #foot #front #heart

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness. ↗

— Nathaniel Parker Willis

#goodness #gratitude #heart #his #homage

Eighteen years ago, the Holy Spirit led me to establish a church in the heart of Times Square. ↗

— David Wilkerson

#church #eighteen #establish #heart #holy

As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland's blue sky. ↗

— Liu Yang

#blue sky #female #garden #heart #motherland

When I hear Obama speak he just seems really sincere and he just seems like somebody who actually has his heart and his motivation in the right place. Forget about color or race or gender or whatever, he's got his heart in the right place. ↗

— Adam Yauch

#actually #color #forget #gender #got

I wouldn't dream of working on something that didn't make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode. ↗

— Kate Winslet

#explode #gut #heart #i #make

Hurling the box released some of his anger. It felt good so he swept his arm across the top of his dresser, knocking his pitiful possessions onto the floor, the ridiculous little carved animals, pathetic toiletries and useless old catalog he could never afford to order from. These paltry items were the sum of his entire dismal life. He kicked the frame of his bed, hurting his foot and knocking the light cot away from the wall. Heedless of Rasmussen hearing the noise, he cried out his rage and frustration, tore the covers off the bed, picked up the pillow and punched it. He hurled it across the room. Dragging the thin mattress from the metal mesh of the cot, he tossed it on the floor and looked around, but there was nothing else to tear apart since he owned so little. Laughing at the irony, he sank onto the mattress on the floor, his legs drawn to his chest, forehead bowed to his knees, and his hands cradling the back of his neck. Caught between harsh laughter and sobs, he breathed in hitching bursts. He had no future, definitely no girl, and soon, no home. What the hell was he going to do? ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #jim #anger

There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes. ↗

— John Updike

#dear #hearts #new #pleasing #rocks

I think it took me a while to convince Nashville that what I do is genuine and my heart's in the right place, and I love country music. ↗

— Keith Urban

#country #country music #genuine #heart #i

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. ↗

— Marcia Wallace

#body #doing #enough #feeling #good