Quotes About Soul

What may this mean,That thou, dead corse, again in complete steelRevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous; and we fools of natureSo horridly to shake our dispositionWith thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

And there at Venice gaveHis body to that pleasant country's earth,And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,Under whose colors he had fought so long.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Words alone cannot fully convey the realities of the soul or the greatness of the human spirit.

Hope reflects the state of your soul rather than the circumstances surrounding your days. Praise God and your soul gets stronger.

Climbing Along the River Willows never forget how it feels to be young Do you remember where you came from? Gravel remembers. Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean. Exactly at midnight yesterday sighs away. What I believe is, all animals have one soul. Over the land they love they crisscross forever.

I Have a Witness" Sometimes a center the soul can recognize will speak from anywhere , inside a mountain, or from a whirlwind ... The world can take, the soul restores. A million wrong voices proclaim One light lives forever.

It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.

Religion is what you do with your solitude.

A nightmare is a black dream because our soul wandered too far in sleep into a haunted place

Limits exist only in the souls of those who don't dream.

A deep distress hath humanized my Soul.

Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew upFostered alike by beauty and by fear.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The soul that rises with us, our life's star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we comeFrom God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy!Shades of the prison-house begin to closeUpon the growing boy.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had elsewhere its setting, and comet from afar: not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

Therefore am I still / A lover of the meadows and the woods, / And mountains; and of all that we behold / From this green earth; of all the mighty world / Of eye and ear, both what they half create / And what perceive; well pleased to recognize / In nature and the language of the sense, / The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul / Of all my moral being.

A deep distress hath humanised my soul.

Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.