Heart Of Stone Quotes by Victor Hugo, Oscar Wilde, Rich Mullins, Charles Darwin, Dan Wells, Sid Waddell and many others.

She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.
And thus we rust Life’s iron chain
Degraded and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God’s eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone
Degraded and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God’s eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone
God’s eternal laws are kind-and break the heart of stone.
Theres a wideness in Gods mercy
I cannot find in my own
And He keeps His fire burning
To melt this heart of stone
Keeps me aching with a yearning
Keeps me glad to have been caught
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God
I cannot find in my own
And He keeps His fire burning
To melt this heart of stone
Keeps me aching with a yearning
Keeps me glad to have been caught
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God
A scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections, – a mere heart of stone.
Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone.
Under that heart of stone beat muscles of pure flint.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.
The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the day
Spills over buildings into the streets where orphans play
And only You can see the good in broken things
You took my heart of stone, and You made it home
And set this prisoner free
Spills over buildings into the streets where orphans play
And only You can see the good in broken things
You took my heart of stone, and You made it home
And set this prisoner free
This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.
Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.
Real suffering bravely borne, melts even a heart of stone. Such is the potency of suffering. And there lies the key to Satyagraha.
one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
The love of a dog for his master is notorious; in the agony of death he has been known to caress his master, and everyone has heard of the dog suffering under vivisection, who licked the hand of the operator; this man, unless he had a heart of stone, must have felt remorse to the last hour of his life.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?