#heart

Feelings of any kind are not known to the walking dead. Every form of psychological warfare, from attempts at enraging the undead to provoking pity have all met with disaster. Joy, sadness, confidence, anxiety, love, hatred, fear—all of these feelings and thousands more that make up the human “heart” are as useless to the living dead as the organ of the same name. Who knows if this is humanity’s greatest weakness or strength? The debate continues, and probably will forever. ↗

— Max Brooks

#human #living-dead #zombie #love

A veces, el dolor es el único recuerdo de que lo que tuvimos fue real. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love #new-moon #pain #sadness #love

When we give our heartbreak to God, he fashions it into a softer and even more loving heart." ~R. Alan Woods [2013] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#loving #r-alan-woods #transform #love

I had sex with Jett because I was attracted to him. Jett hired me because he wanted me. It was lust at first sight. ↗

— J.C. Reed

#love #relationship #romance #love

...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart.. ↗

— John Geddes

#control #heart #lever #love #love

Language is the key to the heart of people. ↗

— Ahmed Deedat

#ahmed-deedat #arabic #christian #culture #deedat

Without love even the most radical devotion to God is of no value to Him. Let me make sure that sinks in… You can gain all the spiritual gifts in the world. You can take the most radical steps of obedience. You can share every meal with the homeless in your city. You can memorize the book of Leviticus. You can pray each morning for four hours like Martin Luther. But if what you do does not flow out of a heart of love - a heart that does those things because it genuinely desires to do them - it is ultimately worthless to God. ↗

— J.D. Greear

#devotion #gifts #god #gospel #heart

She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her mouth. Her vacant eyes mirrored something infinitely close to peace. ↗

— Farrah Naseem

#heart #love #peace #sacred #love

Knowing that she loved me, hoping that she loved me, opened some kind of door in my heart. And all the love I'd forgotten or pushed away came flooding back in. ↗

— Sherri Lee Emmons

#forgotten #hope #love #the-sometimes-daughter #love

All is artifice in my world, Constantine. Even me. Especially me. He taught me to be a duchess, to be an impregnable fortress, to be the guardian of my own heart, But he admitted that he could not teach me how or when to allow the fortress to be breached or my heart to be unlocked. It would simply happen, he said. he promised it would, in fact. But how is love to find me, even assuming it is looking? ↗

— Mary Balogh

#heart #love #love