Quotes About Soul

I've been working like a machine, and feeling like a lost soul.

He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

And he discovered, finally, the source of the honey-sweet sound. The sound was music. The sound was King Phillip playing his guitar and singing for his daughter, the Princess Pea, every night before she fell asleep. Hidden in a hole in the wall of the princess's bedroom, the mouse listened with all his heart. The sound of the King's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him. Oh, he said, it sounds like heaven. It smells like honey.

It was the strangest things, how happiness came out of nowhere and inflated your soul.

The sound of the king's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.

His rat soul longed inexplicably for it; he began to think that light was the only thing that gave life meaning, and he despaired that there was so little of it to be had.

Leo Matienne had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

The soul of another is a dark forest in which one must tread carefully. Letter, 1891 Claude Debussy

You can't change the music of your soul. —In Esquire, 1967

God does not know whether a skin is black or white, He sees only souls.

I think, she began quietly, I think we want... not just bread for our bellies. We want more than only bread. We want food for our hearts, our souls. We want- how to say it? We want, you know- Puccini music.... we want for our beautiful children some beauty. She leaned over and kissed the curl on her finger. We want roses....

T is not faces, not color, not appearnces that matter. - Soren

The time has come, The claws are passed. An old owl rests, A die's been cast. It is a war for heart, Gizzard and mind. The weapons they wield, More deadly than mine. A blade draws blood, a fire burns. But with the flecks, a mind unlearns. A soul unhinges, And then a gizzard quakes and cringes. Senses dull, Reason scatters. The heart grows numb, An owl shatters. But these six owls are strong and bold, And their story has not yet been told.

He played for over an hour, and I felt a peace steal over my soul, and yes, I felt the bruises in my heart. But to be bruised is to be human, to be coursing with blood. For bruises are caused by blood spilled under the skin. They are the tears that bleed inside.

The soul is nothing but the innards of the finest watch, ruined before the watchmaker's hands even touch it, by its exposure to air.

To silence the chatter in my mind so the quiet voice of my soul might be allowed to speak.

When both she and I had to deal with our respective demons, my sister saw the darkness as being within and part of herself, the family and the world. I, instead, saw it as a stranger; however lodged within my mind and soul the darkness became, it almost always seemed an outside force that was at war with my natural self.

We took away your art because it would reveal you souls or, to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

pictures, poetry, all that kind of stuff, she said they revealed what you were like inside. She said they revealed your soul.

She told Roy that things like pictures, poetry, all that kind of stuff, she said they revealed what you were like inside. She said they revealed your soul.

You believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in a poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?

Do you believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in the poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?

Veruješ li u ljudsko srce? Naravno, ne mislim na organ kao takav. Govorim u pesni?kom smislu. Ljudsko srce. Misliš li da tako nešto postoji? Nešto što svakog od nas ?ini posebnim i jedinstvenim?

A poem needs understaning through the senses. The point of diving in a lake, is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake; to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.