Quotes About Spirit

No sé de qué están hechas las almas, pero la mía y la suya son una sola.

I cannot live without my soul!

No coward soul is mine.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free...I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

So, with a ready heart I swore To seek their altar-stone no more; And gave my spirit to adore Thee, ever-present, phantom thing My slave, my comrade, my king

Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!

And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.

No sé de qué están hechas las almas, pero la mía y la suya son una sola

Her spirit was high, though not rough, and qualified by a heart sensitive and lively to excess in its affections.

Estén nuestras almas de lo que estén hechas, la suya y la mía son iguales, [...].

There cast my anchor of desire Deep in unknown eternity; Nor ever let my spirit tire, With looking for what is to be!

What you touch at present you may have; but my soul will be on that hill-top before you lay hands on me again.

De quoi que soient faites nos âmes, la sienne et la mienne sont pareilles

And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe, I know that ghosts have wanderedon earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Though Earth and Moon were gone And Sun and Universe ceased to be And thou wert left alone Every Existence would exist in thee There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void Since thou art Being and Breath And what thou art may never be destroyed

Try for yourself, if that be your spirit. I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.

A very agreeable portrait,' [of Edgar Linton] I observed to the housekeeper. 'Is it like?' 'Yes,' she answered; 'but he looked better when he was animated; that is his everyday countenance; he wanted spirit in general.

Ruhum mezardayken bedenim ya?am??, ne yapay?m?

Aquí y aquí, o donde pueda estar el alma!-repuso Catalina golpeándose la frente y el pecho

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou—THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.

Whatever souls are made of.. his and mine are the same

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering!

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

Indians do not hinder the progress of their dead by embalming or tight coffining. When the spirit has gone they give the body back to the earth. the earth welcomes the body-coaxes new life and beauty from it, hurries over what men shudder at. Lovely tender herbage bursts from the graves, swiftly, exulting over corruption.