Quotes About Spirit

An orphan's curse would drag to HellA spirit from on highBut oh More horrible than thatIs the curse in a dead man's eye.

Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.

We are like two wild birds destined to blow where the wilderness of the wind takes us. Your spirit is as untrammelled as an eagle's, as loyal, as courageous. It is the secret of our souls: what we have, we have for ever.

The spirit is smothered, as it were, by ignorance, but so soon as ignorance is destroyed, spirit shine forth, like the sun when released from clouds.

I cannot think why we should be astonished at all the evils which exist in the Church, when those who ought to be models on which all may pattern their virtues are annulling the work wrought in the religious Orders by the spirit of the saints of old.

There is a boy, and lust Has crushed my spirit - just As gentle Aphrodite planned. Since I have cast my lot, please, golden-crowned Aphrodite, let me win this round!

Great Spirit who gave us the darkness in which to rest. In that darkness we send our words to you.' 

Just because you've only got houseplants doesn't mean you don't have the gardening spirit — I look upon myself as an indoor gardener.

DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST DEAD!

From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.

I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Rather the terror of the nights And long, sick groping after doubt; Rather be lost than let my soul Slip vaguely from my own control -- Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery.

At Midnight Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit's house for, Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest, And music and men's praise and even laughter Are not so good as rest.

Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit's house for, Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest, And music and men's praise and even laughter Are not so good as rest.

Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We know the range Of each other's moods And how they change; But when we look At each other so Then we feel How little we know; The spirit eludes us, Timid and free– Can I ever know you Or you know me?

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love--put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

If we trust Jesus' own storytelling approach, we must trust the Spirit to work in and through story without the need to interpret every metaphor, every parable, every time. But

If their imaginations are starved, you feed them; if they are thirsty, you give them something to drink. Trust the Spirit to bring the needed nourishment along the way. NURTURING

It is sometimes said that you Americans are devoid of sentiment; that in affairs of the heart you are like birds who come in early spring and sing while the trees are in blossom, but who leave with no sign of regret at the first touch of Autumn. I do not believe that. Your sentiment is of another kind. You are younger than we as a race, you are perhaps barbaric, but what of it? You are still in the moulding. Your spirit is superb.

Know me," Ven said as he drove knife after knife into the spirit's body, "for I am death to all oathbreakers, promise renders, and betrayers. Know me, for I am the last sunset, the night without dawn, the winter without spring. I am pain to your pleasure, silence to your shout, stillness to your speed. I hunt death.

The field (which is what spirit is, a field of pure potentiality) is a continuum of all possible energy and information states that will subsequently manifest themselves as space-time events.

I have a lot to be grateful for. I really do kind of get into the holiday spirit and try to find something to be grateful for anyway but this is the time of year so.

Miracles happen all the time. We're here, aren't we?

Substance must emanate from spirit and is nothing else than the record of the spirit's conception of itself finding expression in space and time.