Jonathan Carroll Quotes

Kingsley watched her disappear from the room, wondering if his heart would break. Logic informed him that of course it would not. The heart was no more than a muscle, a pump which distributed blood about the body.

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

How do I tell you what my heart's been telling me?

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.

Sometimes I fight with my heart, then I open myself way too much.

Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.

What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.

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.

We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

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

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

The mind has its arrangement; it proceeds from principles to demonstrations. The heart has a different mode of proceeding.

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.