Julie Garwood Quotes

What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.

It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.

The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.

The battle over flesh and blood cannot compare to the battle for the heart.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.

My mind is cautious but my heart is in a hurry.

God, I feel like hell tonight. Tears of rage I cannot fight. I'd be the last to help you understand... Nothing's true and nothing's right so let me be alone tonight 'cause you can't change the way I am... I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go. It's try and love me if you can. Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care, when I'm throwing punches in the air, when I'm broken down and I can't stand will you be man enough to be my man?

My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.

The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.

I can't drown my demons. They know how to swim.

It's strange what the heart can do when the mind is giving the directions.

No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

I find it dull when my heart meets my mind

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

My brained warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.