Erwin McManus Quotes

It's hard to find a girl with a heart of gold, when you're living in a four letter world.

Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the woman the heart is her world.

Before you judge me , try hard to love me , look within your heart Then ask , - have you seen my childhood ?

Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.

For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.

Faith is the function of the heart.

I don't know. I always love to find where a character's heart is, and by that I mean where they're intrinsically vulnerable, and to bring that out in myself.

A man's own heart must ever be given to gain that of another.

We may not always see eye to eye, but we can try to see heart to heart.

The road to the heart is the ear

The real actor - like any real artistj- has a direct line to the collective heart.

The human heart will seek to be known, understood, and connected with above all else. If you do not connect, the ones you care about will find someone who will.

Sympathy is the golden key that unlocks the hearts of others.

There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.

Intimacy is at the heart of competence. It has to do with understanding, with believing, and with practice. It has to do with the relationship to one's work.

What is to reach the heart must come from above; if it does not come from thence, it will be nothing but notes, body without spirit.

Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We're the ones who can't forget.

My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.

And he wishes, in the cold quiet of his archer's heart, that he himself could feel the intensity of their reconciliations as strongly as he feels that of their battles.

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

Busyness, keeping up with others, hustling hither and yon, makes it almost impossible for an individual to form a heart.

He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don't numb themselves to really living.