Be guided by your heart.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

For there is a time in the tide of the heart, when Arrived at its anchor of suffering, a grave Or a bed, despairing in action, we ask O God, where is our home?

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.

"Sometimes the heart is so heavy that we turn away from it and forget that its throbbing is the wisest message of life, a wordless message that says, "Live, be, move, rejoice — you are alive!" Without the heart's wise rhythm, we could not exist."

Never give up. When your heart becomes tired, just walk with your legs - but move on.

If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders.

What's your heart telling you to do?
I don't know.'
Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.

"That was on the pillar stone on Ynys Bainail," I said, indicating the carving. "What does it mean?"
"It is Mor Cylch, the maze of life," Tegid told me. "It is trodden with just enough light to see the next step or two ahead, but not more. At each turn the soul must decide whether to journey on or whether to go back the way it came."
"What if the soul does not journey on? What if it chooses to go back the way it came?"
"Stagnation and death," replied Tegid with mild vehemence. He seemed irritated that anyone would consider retreating.
"And if the soul travels on?"
"It draws nearer its destination," the bard answered. "The ultimate destination of all souls is the Heart of the Heart."

Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you... Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question ... Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use.

In a conflict between the heart and the brain, follow your heart.

Follow your heart

Путь без сердца никогда не бывает радостным. Уже для того, чтобы на него выйти, приходится тяжело работать. Напротив, путь, у которого есть сердце, всегда легкий; чтобы его полюбить, не нужно особых усилий.

The human heart dares not stay away from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.