Pastoral Resources

I wouldn't dream of working on something that didn't make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

I get crazy in a bookstore. It makes my heart beat hard because I want to buy everything.

The heart and soul of network programming is series programming, the weekly repetition of characters you like having in your house.

The particular feature of Berlin - well, all you need to do is look at the map: the geographical position of the city right in the heart of Europe, and the separation of the most powerful two blocs we've ever had in history, which went all the way through Germany.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

Radical Chic, after all, is only radical in Style; in its heart it is part of Society and its traditions.

Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.

I will play my part by singing the spirit into every open heart.

What I say is from my heart. You must be sincere. So when I sing a song, people are supposed to feel it.

The movies I like to make are very rich and full of passion. Some people see me as an action director, but action is not the only thing in my movies. I always like to show human nature - something deep inside the heart.

If you cut off your arm instead of going 'spurt, spurt, spurt' wouldn't it, like, go nuts? Or would it go with the beat of your heart?

When you feel a connection, a gut connection, a heart connection, it's a very special thing. What's familiar to everyone is watching people falling in love; it doesn't happen on screen that often. People fall in lust, then they're suddenly together.

When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.

Jeane Dixon tells us that May and June are going to be pretty bad. June may be worse than May. But everything will turn out to be fine and to be of stout heart and all that.

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.