Quotes about Heart

I have come to know one thing without ay shadow of doubt: if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.

Indifference is the curse of this age. Indifference is evil, and it couldn't be farther from the heart of God. Afterword - On Digging a Well p. 359

Forgiveness offered -especially when so undeserved - cuts chains off the human heart that no other power in any universe anywhere can rattle much less break....love did what hatred can not and never will.

My life had been characterized by emptiness the size of the Sahara but there, in that moment, in the back of that truck in the armpit of Nicaragua, I wondered—for the first time—if there wasn't a river flowing down deep inside me. If so, the water that would cleanse me was not water from my head—where I'd learned to rationalize my indifference. But water from my heart.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

The heart is not only the most unselfish of organs, it is also the most courageous and faithful.

Hate is a powerful weapon. But it is powerless when it comes to cutting chains off the human heart.

Augustine said it best: You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

So, the water that would cleanse me was not water from my head—where I'd learned to rationalize my indifference. But water from my heart.

Saint Augustine said it best: You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

Indifference is the curse of this age. We need to hear that. Indifference is evil, and it could not be further from the heart of God.

All hearts have but one request. One simple, unspoken, undeniable need. One undeniable fear. To be known. You can stamp it out. Kill it. Box it up and hem it in. Numb it and close the door. Bury it and nail it shut. Encase it in stone. But eventually, the needs of the heart will tear the door off the hinges, unearth it, and crack the stone. No prison ever built could house it. Those of us who think we can are lying to ourselves. And those next to us. Hope never dies.