Heart Vs Reason Quotes

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.

People think of faith as being something that you don't really believe, a device in helping you believe simply it. Of course that is quite wrong. As Pascal says, faith is a gift of God. It is different from the proof of it. It is the kind of faith God himself places in the heart, of which the proof is often the instrument... He says of it, too, that it is the heart which is aware of God, and not reason. That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not be reason.

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?

Philosophical argument has sometimes shaken my reason for the faith that was in me but my heart has always assured me that the Gospel of Jesus Christ must be reality.

Our hearts lie. Something can 'feel' right and be completely wrong.

I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first instant we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling us otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won't win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings.

If you follow your heart, you're going to find that it is often extremely inconvenient.

The heart errs like the head; its errors are not any the less fatal, and we have more trouble getting free of them because of their sweetness.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.

A good heart will, at all times, betray the best head in the world.

It is the heart which perceives God and not the reason.

The head never rules the heart, but just becomes its partner in crime.

My ears sort of turn off when someone tells me that what my heart is saying isn't a good idea.

Your masters at Oxford have taught you to idolize reason, drying up the prophetic capacities of your heart!

Smooth your way to the head through the heart. The way of reason is a good one: but it is commonly something longer, and perhapsnot so sure.

The heart is long, very long in receiving the convictions that is forced upon it by reason... affection still lingers in the Bosom, even after esteem has taken its flight.

I'm sure you've heard people talk about their Heart's Desire—well that's a load of rot. Hearts are idiots. They're big and squishy and full of daft dreams. They flounce off to write poetry and moon at folk who aren't worth the mooning. Bones are the ones that have to make the journey, fight the monster, kneel before whomever is big on kneeling these days. Bones do the work for the heart's grand plans. Bones know what you need. Hearts only know want.

The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart?

I'm afraid if I listen to my heart once, I'll never figure out how to ignore it again.

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.

I don't try to make any decision of the impulse of my heart. I think things through and go from there.