Heart Quotes by Truman Capote

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

— Truman Capote

“You musn't give your heart to a wild thing.”

— Truman Capote

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.

— Truman Capote

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure…

— Truman Capote

I haven't anything against whores, except this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.

— Truman Capote

“And yet, in a touching, shrunken way, she was rather pretty - a prettiness marred by her seeing to be precariously balanced…

— Truman Capote

I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.

— Truman Capote

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone…

— Truman Capote

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home.…

— Truman Capote

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires…

— Truman Capote

Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like…

— Truman Capote

“It was not, however, an atmosphere she would have chosen for herself - the airless inescapable pressures of intimacy with others would…

— Truman Capote

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep,…

— Truman Capote

Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart…

— Truman Capote

“A plaster girl with intense glass eyes sat astride a bicycle pedaling at the maddest pace; though its wheel spokes spun hypnotically,…

— Truman Capote

But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or…

— Truman Capote

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep,…

— Truman Capote

Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A…

— Truman Capote

“The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself:…

— Truman Capote