Hearts And Minds Quotes Novels & Stories

"Aurora, the person I love is you. Don't be so heartless. "I was wrong. I had wool pulled over my eyes then, and I did a lot of things that broke your heart, but I know now that I was the one at fault. "I can't leave you. I need you. I need Ingrid. Let's just let bygones be bygones. Come back to me! Are you sure that you want to see me separated from Ingrid? "If you'll come back with me now, I'll immediately register our marriage on paper."

“I understand your fear but I want you to know that you’ve got this. It all starts with the right mindset.” “There’s no better experience than learning from your mistake and with that being said, I believe you are going to do the right thing.” “I’m actually glad that you get to see that life doesn’t revolve around you. I know you are used to having attention and options but I’m thrilled to know that you have to work hard to get the woman your heart desires.” “You don’t have to mock me.”

"That hurts. You have been a serial killer of my heart and my confidence since day one and you don't apologize for it." I smirked. "Trevor, let me tell you a story. Since the day I leaned of my condition, I don't really know what to feel. Should I be happy because I'm pregnant? For a precious life that's growing in my tummy? Or should I wept because my mother is dying? I was really torn between feeling two extreme emotions. Months after, on the deathbed with my mother, she told me one thing that I will never forget for the rest of my life. She said, 'Jill, guard your heart because it's the most fragile component that your enemies will conquer first. The brain can be trained but once the hear

I asked immediately, expecting an answer from him. He smiled faintly. “That depends on you.” I sighed. “That’s not very helpful, doctor.” He chuckled. “But it is fair enough.” Then he said it — slowly, like he wanted the words to land properly. “The heart remembers what the mind forgets.” The room went quiet. I replayed the sentence in my head, over and over again. “So you’re saying… my feelings could be memories?” “Not necessarily memories the way you think of them,” he clarified. “But emotional imprints, comfort, safety and attachment."

Please let that count for something. Please let his heart listen to mine and know the love is real.

I asked wanted to know his love for me. "I kept your name as my passcode because I love to type your name again and again." He gave me his spooning smile and the next moment I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I love you....." Silence. "Say you love me too," I said as I pulled back when I hear no response from him. _______________________ Xavier Pov: You know the most difficult battle is the battle between mind and heart. The heart makes you want to wish what you want. Whereas the mind always tells the truth. It understands what's wrong and what's right.

she asked even though she is already sitting. "It's fine," I simply uttered then continued eating my food and let her do her own business. I thought we will just simply share the table but after a while, she started asking me questions. "You really can't remember Atasha?" she asked. I looked at her directly in the eyes. "I can't remember everything that happened five years ago. I can't remember any memories with her," I answered with honesty. She nods her head and then sipped on her coffee. "The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?" she uttered out of nowhere which made me confused.

His words resonated deep within me, echoing through the chambers of my heart. "I know it's not easy, my love," he spoke, his voice a soothing balm for my troubled heart, "But you are strong, resilient, and deserving of this role. Their opinions do not define you." His words, laden with sincerity and determination, wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, yet doubts still lingered, casting shadows upon my spirit.

"And to be honest, I truly believe that these Gifts have made us lose sight of the things that are truly important.” Alfred raises his free hand and taps once on just to the left of the center of Alcina’s chest. “Heart.” Alfred smiles. “As humans, it is our hearts that define us, in the end, whether that be for better or for worse. Not whatever Gift we’ve had the random chance of being born with.”

Those mesmerizing emerald eyes were magnetic and impossible to look away from. “Having a good heart is never a bad thing,” he said softly. “And you shouldn’t be ashamed of it. It’s the horrible people in this world with no conscience that have something to be ashamed of.” I managed a small, shaky smile. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about myself.” He reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek. “They say the eyes are the windows to the soul,” he said, his gaze never wavering. “Gazing into mine now, do these eyes look like the ones that would lie to you?”