Quotes About Spirit

Behold! For this is his blood, within which dwells the light of truth!

The last time I spoke to my mother about this matter, her aims were similar to ours in many respects, except that she wants Bayard as king. A sun king, who will unify the disgruntled realms through the power of the spirit.

The air felt strange against Daniel's skin, alive with unseen presences.

Othman doesn't have a hold on me, just an unwelcome presence now and again.

She was undeniably Ari, female, human, her bare arms pimpled with cold, who shivered in the breeze of a late spring night, who existed solely within the flesh that contained her spirit.

Varencienne had become a true woman of Caradore, as was right and needful, but she was a spirited young woman. She liked to believe she had autonomy.

I'm not my pain, nor my bitterness. Nothing seems consequential up here. Even Taropat. I see him as a crusty old man, tramping through the dark valleys down there. I've escaped him, like a spirit.

You have my body, you have my heart, you even have my mind, but the spirit's another matter. We're on different levels there." "We don't have to be." "Enough, Tay," Khaster said. "You must leave it. Let's enjoy what time we have together here.

There was only one thing to do; enter the spirit of the place.

Surely, whatever lived in this place had preceded him from the hall of the dead. He was kindred to it. There was no need for fear.

He sensed immediately the woman's spirit of yearning, her unfulfilled dreams.

In embracing Finnigin, he embraced his own youth. In melding with Finnigin, he became young, more vital.

He is a much more civilized face for our beliefs than the wild, free spirit of the raw element." "You mean the fire-drakes?" He studied her. "I feel them," he said, "as you feel the creatures of your own element. There should be fusion, not estrangement between them. That is the way to true power.

Well, what I wanted was a little peace to commune with the spirit of the god, and I find my meditations violated by a prancing soulscaper.

The place was not like Caradore; the feeling was entirely different. Caradore was raw, as if the mountains were still young. Recolletine seemed older, more serene. It could be a place of healing, yes, but Khaster did not feel his spirit stir to the insistent throb of energy in the earth. There were no stark pure winds here, no pure demanding sky.

All that existed was the direction I travelled; an invisible path in the mettle of manifestation. I was the spirit of all soulscapers, past and present.

It is the breath of Caradore, its fragrance. He needs to carry that with him.

A ime will come when Great Foy and her daughters will rise once more, and extinguish the fire that burns the spirit of Caradore. This is our legacy. To this, you must now pledge your oath.

I'm changing, Daniel. I was drawn back to the city in spirit, and led the woman into the ancient land. She is a follower of mine. And yet an assassin.

This land is very old. It's alive. It listens.

The thought of sex conjured murky, flickering memories of dark rituals he had performed, debasement, torture, unspeakable defilement of spirit and flesh. Despite his claims of indifference, he could not disassociate himself from those events.

Lord, I pray that my husband will be strong in the Lord and put on the whole armor of God, so he can stand against the enemy every day. Enable him to take up the shield of faith, helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.

Albert Camus said of the Spanish struggle: It is now nine years that men of my generation have had Spain within their hearts. Nine years that they have carried it with them like an evil wound. It was in Spain that men learned that one can be right and yet be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own recompense. It is this, doubtless, which explains why so many men, the world over, regard the Spanish drama as a personal tragedy.

In all that enormous excitement of fighting spirit, only Oskan noticed that the terrible warlike figure of Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Drinker of Blood was still wearing his fluffy slippers and that Primplepuss the kitten was peeping out of his shirt collar to see what all the noise was about.