Quotes About Black Heart

#1. She'd read in novels of people who couldn't speak because their hearts were too full and she'd always thought, Not my black heart.
But now she couldn't speak, because it was too much, whatever it was.

Loretta Chase

#2. I saw his pupils dilating like a pulsing black heart. I saw every tremor of strain and pleasure that went through him. I watched what I did to him, how vulnerable he became as he gave himself to me ...

Leah Raeder

#3. You should be beaten for that. (Valerius)
Try beating me, you sorry piece of shit, and I'll force-feed you that black heart of yours. (Zarek)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#4. You answer to none but the whim of your own black heart.

Joshua Winning

#5. That treacherous little black heart that sits behind my ribs, as always when I think of her, begins to beat to a slow and ominous rhythm, betraying me so cruelly that I wish I could rip it from my chest and be free of it forever.

J.A. Redmerski

#6. The black heart does not beat alone.

Michael Connelly

#7. I will journey to the black heart of a corrupt empire to root out my foes. But Rome wasn't built in a day and it won't be restored by a lone Assassin. I am Ezio Auditore Da Firenze. This is my Brotherhood.

Oliver Bowden

#8. You have me, my black heart and my dirty soul.

Karina Halle

#9. Tears are like rain to the Devil: they fill his black heart with sharp, ugly blossoms of laughter.

Elise Forier Edie

#10. The Son of Darkness, a lone brow raised, slowly turned to regard the High King. 'What else, Kallor,' he said in a low, calm voice, 'keeps my blade from your black heart ... if not sentiment?

Steven Erikson

#11. I'll never leave her alone. My black heart beats only to tarnish hers. She'll never be left alone as far as I'm concerned. With

K. Webster

#12. And finally, having lost what was to be lost, my torn and black heart rebels saying enough already, enough, this is as low as I go

George Saunders

#13. So suck it up, cream puff, and pour your black heart out, because you know I'm not going anywhere until I either see tears or your gooey marshmallow center.

Lorelei James

#14. Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it.
She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer into focus.

Hunter Shea

#15. Was Levi Myers real? Did he really exist? Or did my sad, black heart create him because it longed for a little bit of color?

Brittainy C. Cherry

#16. That's a big trunk," James said, as we jammed in the leathery old case that looked so much like the black heart of some leviathan. "It fits a tuba, three suitcases, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly."
"That's just what they used to say in the ads," I said ...

Michael Chabon

#17. She should laugh at such ambitions on his part: nothing about him held any romance for her, not his crown, not his black heart, not his beautiful liar's face.

Sherry Thomas

#18. A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage tells of a young boy's travels through the black heart of Depression American and his search for light both metaphorical and real. Writing with a controlled lyrical passion, Marly Youmans has crafted the finest, and the truest period novel I've read in years.

Lucius Shepard

#19. You wanted to show everyone you could write about the black heart of a killer. And all the while pretending you don't even have your own dark desires.

Naoyuki Ochiai

#20. I look into my own black heart.

Gore Vidal

#21. She was real
She was alive
And she made my heavy black heart lighten with joy.

Tabatha Vargo

#22. I liked to feel his desire. On the other hand, I didn't like myself. That type of wild, cold little girl - "I have white teeth and a black heart" - seemed to me playacting for old gentlemen.

Francoise Sagan

#23. The honor of your presence is requested at the vivisection of your sister. Black heart optional.

Jeff Lindsay

#24. If I ever found where he'd stashed my spiked heels, I was going to nail his black heart to the mast of his fucking boat.

Leylah Attar

#25. You can't make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I'm a rascal, and why not? It's a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who becomes enraged when called by their right names.

Margaret Mitchell

#26. I do not need the strength of your arm to make a knight of you, Gavin. All I need is your heart, and that you have given,' the Prince said.

Chuck Black

#27. I had to fight the urge to turn on him and level my sword at the shrunken black nugget of his heart.

Chloe Neill

#28. Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#29. You can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

John Geddes

#30. Once in a stately passion I cried with desperate grief
'Oh Lord, my heart is black with guile, of sinners I am chief'
Then stooped my guardian angel and whispered from behind
'Vanity my little man, you're nothing of the kind'

James Thomson

#31. At the heart of happiness lies peace. It is the last and the highest attainment of the soul.

Hugh Black

#32. James said you called yourself a nameless girl... Oh, nameless girl... When will you learn to trust me?"
I turned my hand over to find the Black Knife mask.
My heart tumbled and twisted. "You?" Tobiah was Black Knife?

Jodi Meadows

#33. Contemplating Clodia I find scarcely a drop in my heart of that compassion which Epicurus enjoins us to extend toward the erring.

Thornton Wilder

#34. She already has my heart. I would like for her to take my penis, too. Is that so much to ask?

Shayla Black

#35. The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death.
-from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon

Robert Jordan

#36. Am I R&B because I'm black? Am I pop because I have a song called 'Milkshake'? Or can I just be who the hell I am? Good Lord, people make it seem like we're doing heart transplants here, but we're just making music!

Kelis

#37. The Great Spirit is everywhere; he hears whatever is in our minds and our hearts, and it is not necessary to speak to Him in a loud voice.

Black Elk

#38. If I ever really sounded
I would rupture
your eardrums
or your heart.

Audre Lorde

#39. The death of a real deer at my hands was just a vaporous, remote presence that hovered over the figure of the paper deer forty-five yards away at target six of our archery range, as I tried to hit the heart-lung section marked out in heavy black.

James Dickey

#40. Shivering, she would lie awake imagining her veins sluggish with frozen blood, ice crystals weaving a coral-like shining net around her heart. Her dreams were full of black seas and ice floes and frozen lakes ...

Cassandra Clare

#41. The man who backbites an absent friend, nay, who does not stand up for him when another blames him, the man who angles for bursts of laughter and for the repute of a wit, who can invent what he never saw, who cannot keep a secret
that man is black at heart: mark and avoid him.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

#42. The Japanese are a disease of the skin ... the Communists are a disease of the heart. Everything personal was political ... Two reds sandwiching a black ...

Jung Chang

#43. Her father had proven to them all: when a beating heart stopped, there was no black or white, only blood-red.

Sarah McCoy

#44. Words can bruise and break hearts, and minds as well. There are no black and blue marks, no broken bones to put in plaster casts, and therefore no prison bars for the offender.

Marlene Dietrich

#45. Then your heart is a black, shriveled thing, because you absolutely betray me.

P.C. Cast

#46. She kind a laugh and it hurts my heart. Because everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do.

Kathryn Stockett

#47. A black belt is what you prove to be, but also what it means in your heart.

Jason David Frank

#48. Maybe I could do it."
Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.
Tohrment winced. "Good point"
"And then she'll come looking for me."
Both males shuttered.

J.R. Ward

#49. With horror he saw that her hair was already afire as the tarred stake burned about her head. He held her agonized gaze with his fierce black eyes. "I'll love you forever, and beyond," he vowed as he raised both arms and plunged his sword into her heart.

~Marcus Magnus

Virginia Henley

#50. Don't break my heart," he heard her whisper, making him stop for just a second to look her in the eyes.
"I won't. Don't break mine," he responded, making her smile as she pulled him back to her. She wanted his lips on hers again.

Kat Green

#51. There's nothing quite as funny as someone else's misery - Cassel Sharpe

Holly Black

#52. You've go to have a heart to be in the WWE, but its got to be black. Just like me.

John Layfield

#53. No matter what you do, you can act your heart out, but people will always say, 'Oh, Julie Adams - 'Creature from the Black Lagoon.'

Julie Adams

#54. I'd also made the mistake of thinking love was a single identifiable emotion, something sharp like an arrowhead to the heart or some other romantic nonsense. It wasn't, not for most people. Love was an accumulation of things, of thoughts, feelings, desires and hopes.

Fabian Black

#55. A cicada whines,
his voice
Starting to drown through the rainy world,
No ripple of wind,
no sound but his song of black wings,
No song but the song of his black wings.
Such emptiness at the heart,
such emptiness at the heart of being,

Charles Wright

#56. Every other person in the world would have looked at it and thought, Max would hate this. It was girly. It was beautiful. It wasn't made of titanium and black leather with spikes on it. But it seemed exactly right, in a weird, heart-fluttery kind of way. And I really loved it.

James Patterson

#57. We've all seen chicken portrayed as the low-fat, heart-healthy alternative to red meat for years, but it no longer adds up. You might want to lean away from eating birds and lean toward more plant-based options of protein like black beans, lentils, tofu, chickpeas and whole grains.

Kathy Freston

#58. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man." ~ 'The Black Cat.

Edgar Allan Poe

#59. Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California

Joaquin Miller

#60. It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

Lynda Barry

#61. Like an animal. As if people weren't animals. She tried to put a face on him. His eyes would betray the chaos of his heart, the riots that were exploding everywhere inside him. His eyes would be so black that they would shine blue in the sun.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#62. She turned to Roy with her gayest expression. He smiled back at her with what Phil called "his deep, black, velvety smile." Yet, she really did not see Roy at all. She was acutely conscious that Gilbert was standing under the palms just across the room talking to a girl who must be Christine Stuart

L.M. Montgomery

#63. Her heart's too hurt ... you frightened her. And she's such a straight lady
she sees shame where some of us just see people.

Margo Lanagan

#64. A black pendant in the shape of a heart lay in her hand. It was carved with roses and strung onto a velvet cord.

Teresa Flavin

#65. The Americans at heart are a pure and noble people; things to them are in black and white. It's either 'rawk' or it's not. We Brits putter around in the grey area.

David Bowie

#66. Most black singers like to slow the word down and, and go directly to your heart. They're not interested in your ears, we just want to go directly to your heart.

Ben E. King

#67. All night, the black serpant of wounded vanity gnawed his heart.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#68. You have carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you have carried it long before that.

Holly Black

#69. The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.

F.T. McKinstry

#70. When we'd had slaves, we'd purchased people's labor - not their bodies! We never thought we owned someone's arms, legs, feet, heart. How was that possible? How much does an arm cost? A leg? Feet? Hands? How

Daniel Black

#71. Put me on a train with no windows where nighttime lasts forever and a speed-mad engineer with a mechanical heart high balls a coal-black engine through time tunnels like a bullet leaving a gun where the speed of darkness is faster than the speed of light.

D.B. Cox

#72. Peace will come to the hearts of men when they realize their oneness with the universe, It is every where.

Black Elk

#73. It's a good feeling, that you can put your heart out there, no matter how black it is, and people can understand it.

James Hetfield

#74. Do not deceive yourself, Gawain. There are black places in the heart of every man.

Suzannah Rowntree

#75. Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Jasmine Warga

#76. His song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.

Holly Black

#77. Like so much of cool hunting, Hilfiger's marketing journey feeds off the alienation at the heart of America's race relations: selling white youth on their fetishization of black style, and black youth on their fetishization of white wealth.

Naomi Klein

#78. The human brain works as a binary computer and can only analyze the exact information-based zeros and ones (or black and white). Our heart is more like a chemical computer that uses fuzzy logic to analyze information that can't be easily defined in zeros and ones.

Naveen Jain

#79. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

Joseph Conrad

#80. And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Pablo Neruda

#81. My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher," Sirius snapped. "She kept herself alive out of pure spite" -Sirius Black to Kreacher, the Order of the Phoenix

J.K. Rowling

#82. Wooden stakes could render a vampire weak and useless, until the heart began to heal. Sunlight charred their flesh to a flaky, black tissue, but rarely did it kill them completely. But dead blood... one lethal dose of that stuff and it was good riddance. Sayonara, bloodsucker.

Lindsey Beth Goddard

#83. Music is not just the black dots on the white paper --
it's what happens when those black dots go into your heart, and come out again.

Phil Smith

#84. I hope his wife feeds him [Clarence Thomas, Justice, U.S. Supreme Court] lots of eggs and butter and he dies early like many black men do, of heart disease ... He is an absolutely reprehensible person.

Julianne Malveaux

#85. And that the arming of so many black youths, uh, and loading up our community with drugs, and then just having an open shooting gallery, is the work of people who obviously don't have our best interests [at heart].

Jason Whitlock

#86. When Black and White are colors and not races, people will still fall in love and discriminate between partners and feel sad and bad and need art that breaks your heart and takes you to those places where pain becomes beauty.

Marlene Dumas

#87. Your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you ...

John Geddes

#88. You bring light to my life. When you leave, there will only be a black hole inside of me. You'll take my heart with you." His breath deepened and he looked into my eyes. "Vera, I am in love with you.

Karina Halle

#89. Vaclav Havel didn't want to ride around in big black cars. And he had his own car with a little red heart on it. And he loved to go out and talk to the people.

Judy Woodruff

#90. We were in the heart of the ghetto in Chicago during the Depression, and every block - it was probably the biggest black ghetto in America - every block also is the spawning ground practically for every gangster, black and white, in America too.

Quincy Jones

#91. The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.

Charles Simic

#92. She braced herself for the pain of the perfect horn breaking her heart.

Tanith Lee

#93. Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.

Henrik Ibsen

#94. Because you have my heart, Virgilia Wessex." Softly, almost achingly. "Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.

V.S. Carnes

#95. That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea
both of us calm
and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into my Life Work ... when death
black waves!
no longer courts me and I can smile, constantly, at everything because, my bones, there will be so little of myself left to give it.

Juan Ramon Jimenez

#96. The black serpant of wounded vanity gnawed at his heart?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#97. But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people's heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is withered; and of a people's dream that died in bloody snow.

Black Elk

#98. She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Gillian Flynn

#99. It would not be more unreasonable to transplant a favorite flower out of black earth into gold dust than it is for a person to let money-getting harden his heart into contempt, or into impatience, of the little attentions, the merriments and the caresses of domestic life.

William Mountford

#100. If you are a crazy person who needs to have clandestine meetings, then, just like in real estate, what matters most is location, location, location.

Holly Black