John Shelby Spong Quotes

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

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

I find it dull when my heart meets my mind

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

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

It's the age-old battle between mind and heart, which seldom want the same thing.

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

It's a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again.

Iain didn't go back to sleep for a long while. He continued to think about all the logical reasons he would never allow himself to be turned into a lovesick weakling like Patrick, and when he finally fell asleep, he had convinced himself that he would distance his heart from his mind. He dreamed about her.

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

The mind and heart is the field upon which war is waged within us. If we can stop that internal fear-based battle, then those outside of us will be affected as well.

There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.

To be human and to be adult means constantly to be in the grip of opposing emotions, to have daily to reconcile apparently conflicting tensions. I want this, but need that. I cherish this, but I adore its opposite too.

The most enduring battle is between head and heart; what would be efficient and logical is nearly always trumped by what is messy and illogical.

The mind gets distracted in all sorts of ways. The heart is its own exclusive concern and diversion.

I feel like I'm in my own head a lot; it just feels amazing, but scary, weird and confusing.

If any part of your uncertainty, is a conflict between your heart and your mind - follow your mind.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

The gloom encroaches upon my mind, and my heart flutters like a bird held fast in a fist.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.