Quotes About Essence

Everyone has in him something precious that is in no one else.

The strength of Olympism comes to it from that which is simply human, hence worldwide is its essence.

Just as the body cannot exist without blood, so the soul needs the matchless and pure strength of faith.

Many of the things you can count, don't count. Many of the things you can't count, really count.

Integrity is the essence of everything successful.

Your worth consists in what you are and not in what you have.

Greatness doesn't come from what you do, but from who you are.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

Success is not in what you have, but who you are.

Without possessions, success, fame; who are you?

Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

Any weapon touched by a woman, even by accident, must be cleansed with both water and prayer so that her essence would not linger, diverting the warrior who might use it next, for even the faintest touch could bring lust to that man's heart. Perhaps that meant a woman who was well trained in arms would be the superior warrior, her attention never wavering from her task.

There is the outside of a story, and there is the inside of a story, he told me as we sat in his library one afternoon. One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

This was the virtue of the dark: you were who you had always been, only no one could see you.

I thought perhaps I had been wrong, too quick to judge the essence of a being by its appearance, still not fully understanding that, in the world God has given us, all things must change.

What looked empty was full, much like water in a cup. What was most important was invisible to the eye.

unless you allowed them to mean something.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

There was the doctor, looking through one of the windows beside the front door. He could see into the garden, but it was a vision that was cloudy and green. What was he seeing? Elinor's last breath, broken into a thousand molecules? Was that what he was breathing? Her essence, her self, the person he would miss every day, his worst patient, his nastiest neighbor, his most treasured friend.

Let things taste of what they are.

When you have the best and tastiest ingredients, you can cook very simply and the food will be extraordinary because it tastes like what it is.

Remove the crown and the fine clothes, and you're left with a fairly ordinary man.

I have no other possessions of value but my soul.

We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread...