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Stephen King Quotes about Heart

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For me, that emotional payoff is what it’s all about. I want you to laugh or cry when you read a story...or do both at the same time. I want your heart, in other words. If you want to learn something, go to school.

For me, that emotional payoff is what it’s all about. I want you to laugh or cry when you read a story...or do both at the same time. I want your heart, in other words. If you want to learn something, go to school.

Heart, School, Emotional

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows

Heart, Mind, Spirit

Stephen King (2006). “Cell: A Novel”, p.323, Simon and Schuster

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

Fake People, Heart, Bad Friend

Stephen King (1987). “It: 2”, Signet

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Growing Up, Heart, Thinking

I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity of love;I still believe that connections between people can be made and that the spirits which inhabit us sometimes touch. I still believe that the cost of these connections is horribly, outrageously high... and I still believe that the value received far outweighs the price which must be paid. (From introductory notes.)

Believe, Heart, People

Stephen King (2016). “Four Past Midnight”, p.13, Simon and Schuster

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend. People who stand by you when you're hurt and who helped you feel not so lonely. Maybe there are worth being scared for and hoping for and living for. Maybe worth dying for too. If that what has to be. No bad friends. Only people you want. Need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

Lonely, Hurt, Heart

FaceBook post by Stephen King from Jan 12, 2014

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Heart, Eye, May

Stephen King (2007). “Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales”, p.327, Simon and Schuster

Hearts are tough, Most times they don't break. Most times they are only bend

Heart, Tough, Spiritual Love

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

Father, Heart, Eye

Stephen King (2006). “The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla”, p.152, Hachette UK

Now I think all of us were born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You... you fill me up.

Love, Heart, Thinking

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.

Kings, Writing, Heart

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft”, p.271, Simon and Schuster

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

Heart, Years, Broken

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass”, p.100, Simon and Schuster

Every marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark

Heart, Dark, Light

Stephen King (2008). “Lisey's Story: A Novel”, p.517, Simon and Schuster

People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk.

Writing, Heart, Sarcasm

"Biography/Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

Dream, Heart, Sight

Stephen King, Michael Whelan (2004). “The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower”, p.136, Simon and Schuster

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

Heart, Long, Biggie

Stephen King (2006). “Lisey's Story: A Novel”, p.332, Simon and Schuster

Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

Heart, Mind, Hurtful

Stephen King, Darrel Anderson (2005). “The Dark Tower VI: Song of Susannah”, Scribner Book Company

If you have given up your heart ... you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

Love, Heart, Beast

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three”, p.258, Simon and Schuster

You could not turn off love- even the rather absent, sometimes taken for granted love- the way you'd turn off a faucet. Love ran from the heart and the heart had it's own imperatives

Taken, Heart, Way

Stephen King (2011). “Full Dark, No Stars”, p.306, Simon and Schuster

Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.

Heart, Winter, Fire

Stephen King (2016). “It: A Novel”, p.192, Simon and Schuster

These self-appointed deacons in the Church of Latter-Day American Literature seem to regard generosity (of words) with suspicion, texture with dislike, and any broad literary stroke with outright hate. The result is a strange and arid literary climate where a meaningless little fingernail paring like Nicholson Baker's Vox becomes an object of fascinated debate and dissection, and a truly ambitious American novel like Matthew's Heart of the Country is all but ignored.

Country, Hate, Heart

Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

Letting Go, Heart, Going Away

Stephen King (2016). “Lisey's Story: A Novel”, p.332, Simon and Schuster

I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

Heart, Thinking, Life Is Hard

Stephen King (2011). “11/22/63”, p.581, Simon and Schuster

When I was younger, I used to vacillate between thinking love was this great and glorious mystery and thinking it was just something a bunch of Hollywood move producers made up to sell more tickets in the Depression, when Dish Night kind of played out." Eddie laughed. Now I think that all of us are born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You...Eddie, you fill me up.

Moving, Heart, Night

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

Father, Heart, Gun

Robin Furth, Stephen King (2006). “Stephen King's The Dark Tower: The Complete Concordance”, p.559, Simon and Schuster

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