Heloise Quotes

If you do not hear music in your words, you have put too much thought into your writing and not enough heart.

There are no rules that say lawyers cannot write or speak from their heart. Passion has never been formally outlawed, although it is a little-known experience among most lawyers and nearly all academicians.

I write with all my heart

Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

Books written out of fire give me a great deal of pleasure. You get the sense that the world for these writers could not have continued if the book hadn't been written. When you come across a book like that it is a privilege.

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

It's love. It's two men - two strong, very virile men - finding that space in life where they can let go enough of their masculinity to feel the passion of love and respect and trust.

Is it the gods who set this fire in our hearts, or do we each make our fierce desire into a god?

The mind serves to know the truth that fuels the fires of the heart.

The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.

Why do so many ingenious theorists give fresh reasons every year for the decline of letter writing, and why do they assume, in derision of suffering humanity, that it has declined? They lament the lack of leisure, the lack of sentiment ... They talk of telegrams, and telephones, and postal cards, as if any discovery of science, any device of civilization, could eradicate from the human heart that passion for self-expression which is the impelling force of letters.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

You try to be as original as you can be without thinking about statistics. You just go from the soul and from the heart.

He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent.

And how moving is the eloquence of the untaught when it is the heart that is speaking!

What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion.

Thus far, everything I've made has come out of my really feeling it, out of the fire of my life.

Indeed our words will remain lifeless, barren, devoid of any passion, until we die as a result of these words, whereupon our words will suddenly spring to life and live amongst the hearts that are dead, bringing them to life as well.

The fire in the bellies of the good people who work for a more fair and just world for all of us - that spark never fails to inspire me and warm my heart.

Love doesn't need reason. It speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.

There is a spirit in us that makes our brass to blare and our cymbals crash-all, of course, supported by the practicalities of trained lung power, throat, heart, guts.

Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.