Quotes About Spirit

Spirit of the Years Observe that all wide sight and self-command Deserts these throngs now driven to demonry By the Immanent Unrecking. Nought remains But vindictiveness here amid the strong, And there amid the weak an impotent rage.

saying so regardless, for the kids' sake. Was it possible that Arch's spirit resided here, that his soul

Thus those who suffered personal misfortune and those who suffered the pain of the wronged world were together in the nude tomb of wine, and could be like spirits, finally parted from this world of suffering and wrongs.

Fear comes from ego; it's not a soul-level thing. And there's a lot of reasons for humans to have fear: a fear of not being good enough, a fear of not being able to do something well. Fear helps to develop ego, and ego helps to develop fear. They go in a circle. Fear usually is an absence of connection to spirit—not

A letter, Sir, cannot waft down your draw-bridges; the spirit of my affection breathed therein cannot disenchant her from the all-powerful spell of your authority. No. And you surely will not forbid an indulgence so endearing to us, while unimportant to yourself.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.

Spezia offered Leopold almost nothing: his precocity devoured itself there, rejecting the steep sunny coast and nibbling blue edge of the sea that had drowned Shelley. His spirit became crustacean under douches of culture and mild philosophic chat from his Uncle Dee, who was cultured rather than erudite.

de las cumbres celestiales venid ángeles resplandecientes, ¡infundid luz a mi ser y mi mente!

The army which only eleven years before had brought an ignominious end to the war against the Boers was disastrously under-manned, and called for volunteers. Young men flocked to the colours in droves, as they always had, fired with the spirit of adventure and mistaking it for patriotism.

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God.

there began to come to her a first dim realization of God's humility. Rejected by the proud in His own right by what humble means He chose to succor them; through the spirit of a child, a poor gypsy or an old man, by a song perhaps, or even it might be by the fall of a leaf or the scent of a flower. For His infinite and humble patience nothing was too small to advance His purpose of salvation and eternity was not too long for its accomplishment.

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.

These warm lovers of life, born under dancing stars, how without them was life tolerable for those, such as himself, whose bias was towards sadness, their stars cloud-hidden when their spirits woke to life....In this world, surely, there should always be a mating between the lovers of life and the endurers of it, in couples they should find a causeway for their feet and walk it together, the star-shine of the one comforting the darkness of the other.

Like all creators, he knew well that strange feeling of movement within the spirit, comparable only to the first movement of the child within the womb, which causes the victim to say perhaps with excitement, perhaps with exasperation or exhaustion, "There is a new poem, a new picture, a new symphony coming, heaven help me." The movement had been unusually strong when he first knew about this clock.

Home! It showed you its face when you sat quiet within it at that moment when day was passing to night, but it could only reveal its spirit, its eternal meaning, when you stood at a little distance, just turning to leave it or just returning to it, seeing it at that transition moment when a larger world was claiming or releasing you.

At the door I paused. 'So what was your spirit animal?' 'A dolphin. Fun in the sun, endless summer. What about you?' 'Dee Dee Ramone,' I said, and left.

The heart was a mansion with infinite rooms inside. -The Widowed Bride by Elizabeth Lane

Jung wrote, "Eros is a questionable fellow and will always remain so…. He belongs on one side to man's primordial animal nature, which will endure as long as man has an animal body. On the other side he is related to the highest forms of the spirit. But he thrives only when spirit and instinct are in right harmony.

And the last thing to know about death is that the death of the body is the start of an adventure.

He freed the song of your soul.

He forced his mind clear of other thoughts and waited. Stillness, he had learned, did not come naturally. He practiced it. Sometimes, as he waited, he heard the Lord's voice coursing through his spirit almost audibly. Other times he heard nothing, but he felt filled up and satisfied and understood.

found her family once more. And it was in a kindred spirit.

During the reign of the Ptolemies the powerful Egyptian priests were indulged with elaborate temples, but the Greeks also introduced their own cultural spirit and under their aegis fine cities and seats of art and learning had been established. Alexandria, founded by Alexander the Great in 331 BCE, was in the first century, in its amalgam of cultures, a more elegant, civilised and learned metropolis than Rome could conceivably hope to be.