Quotes About Spirit

Ghosts, the old warriors said, were the price a fighting man paid to follow the path of the warrior;

A veces, cuando bromea, la gente ignorante tiene una especie de inspirada temeridad que es de lo más alegre y contagiosa. Le levanta a uno el ánimo.

Blossomheart

Gray Wing dreamed.

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished.

We are grace. We are power. We are RiverClan.

Fircone's spirit shimmered closer, stopping in front of Gorse Fur. "We hunted as rogues," he purred. "Do you remember?" "Of course." Gorse Fur lifted his chin. Fircone nodded to Wind Runner. "You were always faster than us both." Emberkit was still at her paws. "Were you fast?" He stared up at her with round eyes. "As the breeze," Wind Runner told him proudly.

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished. "Yes." The word was breathed out on a sigh of satisfaction. "Shadowpaw, your name will be remembered for as long as the Clans survive.

It took a special spirit, he thought, not to begrudge her brother's triumph.

Every cat knew that not many moons had passed since Squirrelflight and Leafpool had been gravely injured in a rockslide. Leafpool had died, and Squirrelflight had nearly died, her spirit walking in StarClan as her body healed. In part, it was her love for Bramblestar, and his for her, that had drawn her back into the living world. So

From this moment she will be known as Brightheart, for though her body has been gravely injured, we honor her brave spirit and the light that shines on within her.

I give you a life for healing wounds caused by words and rivalry. Use it well for all cats troubled in spirit.

En la fe el espíritu descansa; en la razón vive; en el amor goza; sólo en el dolor adquiere conciencia.

my heart may have been in it but my soul was not.

A lion shorn of his strength, an eagle robbed of his freedom, or a dove bereft of his mate, all die, it is said, of a broken heart; and who will aver that this grim bandit could bear the threefold brunt, heart-whole? This only I know, that when the morning dawned, he was lying there still in his position of calm repose, but his spirit was gone-the old king-wolf was dead.

I also know - and this won't alter the course of history or your personal view of me - that you will die with a clenched fist and a tense jaw, the epitome of hatred and struggle, because you are not a symbol (some inanimate example) but a genuine member of the society to be destroyed; the spirit of the beehive speaks through your mouth and motivates your actions. You are as useful as I am, but you are not aware of how useful your contribution is to the society that sacrifices you.

I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I would be with the people. I know this, I see it printed in the night sky that I, eclectic dissembler of doctrine and psychoanalyst of dogma, howling like one possessed, will assault the barricades or the trenches , will take my bloodstained weapon, and consumed with fury, slaughter any enemy who falls into my hands.

Baseball? It's just a game — as simple as a ball and a bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. It's a sport, business — and sometimes even religion.

Baseball just a came as simple as a ball and bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business and sometimes almost even a religion.

Alle Zufälle unseres Lebens sind Materialien, aus denen wir machen können, was wir wollen. Wer viel Geist hat, macht viel aus seinem Leben. Jede Bekanntschaft, jeder Vorfall wäre für den durchaus Geistigen erstes Glied einer unendlichen Reihe – Anfang eines unendlichen Romans.

In the close proximity of death, blood and the earth, the spirit takes on harsher features and deeper colours. Existence itself, in all its strata, is more sharply threatened right up to that almost forgotten kind of hunger against which each economic system fails, such that life itself represents the choice between downfall or conquest.

Un espíritu terrible ha borrado aquí todas las cosas superfluas y creado un trasfondo digno del cuadro que acabo de imaginar. Aquí el ser humano vuelve a convertirse necesariamente en un fragmento de la Naturaleza, que lo somete a sus leyes inescrutables y lo utiliza como una criatura hecha de sangre y músculos, de garras y dientes.

There is among us a tendency to consider true, good and fine everything that appears under the agreeable cloak of revolt against the accepted "truths", especially if supported by people who are, or call themselves, anarchists. This shows a deficiency of that spirit of investigation and criticism that should be maximally developed in anarchists.

We know that words do not teach, that only life experience teaches, but the combination of life experience coupled with words that define and explain can enhance the experience of learning—and it is in that spirit that we offer these words.