Quotes About Spirit

Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. 'The Spirit is a garden,' said he

where there is no more hope, song remains.

The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.

The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the only bird which bears up its own cage.

The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.

Tu n'es plus là où tu étais, mais tu es partout là où je suis.

Woe, alas, to the one who shall have loved bodies, forms, appearances only. Death will take everything from him. Try to love souls, you shall find them again

On the one side blind force, on the other a soul.

The infinite space that each man carries within himself, wherein despairingly he contrasts the movement of his spirit with the acts of his life, is and overpowering thing.

The modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India for its vehicle; Alexander upon the elephant.

In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a lamp in the middle of the starry night, full of ecstasy in the middle of the universal radiance of creation, he could not perhaps have said himself what was happening in his spirit; he felt something soar up out of him and something fly down into him. Mysterious exchanges between the bottomless well of the soul and the bottomless well of the universe!

The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.

A man's eye reveals his quality. It shows how much of a man there is within us. We declare ourselves by the light that gleams under our eyebrows. Petty spirits merely wink; great spirits emit a flash of lightning.

L'amour, c'est la bêtise de l'homme et l'esprit de Dieu.

The Grave and The Rose The Grave said to the Rose, What of the dews of dawn, Love's flower, what end is theirs? And what of spirits flown, The souls whereon doth close The tomb's mouth unawares? The Rose said to the Grave. The Rose said, In the shade From the dawn's tears is made A perfume faint and strange, Amber and honey sweet. And all the spirits fleet Do suffer a sky-change, More strangely than the dew, To God's own angels new, The Grave said to the Rose

That great little soul had taken flight.

A certain amount of dreaming is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes severe, and produces in the spirit a soft and fresh vapor which corrects the over-harsh contours of pure thought, fills in gaps here and there, binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But

she imagined that her mother's soul had passed into this good man and had come to live close by her.

The men of yesterday are spectres; those of to-morrow are forms. The eye of the spirit distinguishes them but obscurely. The embryonic work of the future is one of the visions of philosophy.

The Unknown sometimes holds surprises for the spirit of man. A sudden rent in the veil of darkness will momentarily reveal the invisible and then close up again. Such visions sometimes have a transfiguring effect, turning a camel driver into a Mohammed, a goat girl into a Joan of Arc. Solitude brings out a certain amount of sublime exaltation.

La oscuridad es vertiginosa; el hombre necesita claridad; el que se interna en las tinieblas se siente con el corazón oprimido. Cuando la mirada ve oscura, el espíritu ve turbio.

Death is the entrance into the great light.

She was a soul rather than a virgin. Her person seemed made of a shadow; there was hardly sufficient body to provide for sex;

You either belong here,, wild and untamed yourself, or you don't.