Heart

Not everyone's really got the heart to talk about what's going on with their love in their music.

The album 'Hoodie SZN' is about the result of where I come from: it gave me this black heart. And the black heart represents depression.

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is harmony in the house; when there is harmony in the house, there is order in the nation; when there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help.

The mystic cords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the angels of our nature.

Repeal the Missouri Compromise repeal all compromises repeal the Declaration of Independence repeal all past history, you still cannot repeal human nature. It will be the abundance of man's heart that slavery extension is wrong; and out of the abundance of his heart, his mouth will continue to speak.

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.