#heartless

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#broken-heart

The American people have not become heartless. ↗

— Joe Biden

#american people #become #heartless #people

I have been the victim of heartless malice. ↗

— Taylor Caldwell

#heartless #i #malice #victim

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal. ↗

— James Thurber

#heartless #his #hollow #laughter #man

The MC that we love are usually the ones that we consider be kinda heartless, like 50 Cent. That's pretty much the prowess and power of an MC. That's what sells. ↗

— Saul Williams

#cent #consider #heartless #kinda #like

Science is not a heartless pursuit of objective information. It is a creative human activity, its geniuses acting more as artists than as information processors. ↗

— Stephen Jay Gould

#activity #artists #creative #geniuses #heartless

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people. ↗

— Karl Marx

#creature #heart #heartless #opium #oppressed

I don't like fashion. It's very heartless. ↗

— Paul Simon

#heartless #i #like #very

All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless at all. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#growing-up #grown-up #heartless #hearts #terrorism

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed in vain hope and desire... If you awake from troubled sleep at such a time, you can only sit by the window and think of those that have been lost to you, those that followed your parents into those cold and heartless regions below the grass, silent and dark. Eventually, morning comes and the world resumes its solidity, but another tiny thread of ice has been stitched into your heart forever. ↗

— K.W. Jeter

#death #false-dawns #grass #gray-light #heart