Colin Farrell Quotes

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

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.

You may think that's funny Osama but you never can squeeze every last bit of pride out of a human being. It's like a tube of toothpaste. You can twist it and you can crush it but there's always a tiny bit left isn't there?

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

Your mind outwears all sorts of things you may set your heart upon; you can enjoy it when all other things are taken away.

The heart does not go backward. Only the mind.

Someday you will know that the heart is not always as wise as it is strong. - Uncle Eddie

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

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

Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.

Even if your body doesn't work the way it used to, the heart and the mind and the spirit are not diminished.

Your emotional capacity is an empty motor, and your values are the fuel with which your mind fills it. If you choose a mix of contradictions, it will clog your motor, corrode your transmission and wreck you on your first attempt to move with a machine which you, the driver, have corrupted.

I don't let the hate go to my heart, and I don't let the praise go to my head.

Failure isn't so bad if it doesn't attack the heart. Success is all right if it doesn't go to the head.

Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart, and strive for patience, if you can.

It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

It's never come easy for me. I don't think my mind allows me to rest ever. I have, I think, a chip on my shoulder, and some deep scars that I don't think were healed.

Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar severity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or—and the outward semblance is the same—crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.

Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.

The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

The mind creates the abyss. The heart crosses over it. Love is the bridge.

My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my former elasticity of mind. I found cheerfulness to be like life itself - not to be created by any argument. Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst; to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot kill. So, better and worse, I went on, till I came to a little clearing in the forest.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.