Quotes About Soul

The thoughts of all men arise from the darkness. If you are the movement of your soul, and the cause of that movement precedes you, then how could you ever call your thoughts your own? How could you be anything other than a slave to the darkness that comes before?

To be a student required a peculiar kind of capitulation, a willingness not simply to do as one is told, but to surrendor the movements of one's soul to the unknown complexities of another's. A willingness, not simply to be moved, but to be remade.

I know Antoinette, it was a long time ago but it was still my fault and I hope that the work we are doing now will weigh in favor of my soul one day, against the horrible mistake I made all those years ago". "I am sure it will, Alexander, but for now if we can operate inconspicuously and just change one vampire at a time back to their human self and give them their life back it will have to be servitude enough". "It

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

Describing religious activities and other good deeds, Chanakya says that religious activities, charity/pilgrimage, prayer/ worship and fasting/attending discourses, etc. open the way to heaven. So for cleansing your soul, while you are hale and hearty, you must perform all these activities as per the proper practices, otherwise there will be nothing left after death.

To develop one's individuality is to live the egoistical life of the passions, to make oneself the centre of everything, and end finally by being the slave of a thousand passing goods which bring us a wretched momentary joy. Personality, on the contrary, increases as the soul rises above the sensible world and by intelligence and will binds itself more closely to what makes the life of the spirit.

There will be only saints in heaven, whether they enter there immediately after death or after purification in purgatory. No one enters heaven unless he has that sanctity which consists in perfect purity of soul. Every sin though it should be venial, must be effaced, and the punishment due to sin must be borne or remitted, in order that a soul may enjoy forever the vision of God, see Him as He sees Himself, and love Him as He loves Himself.

Everything that God created is potentially holy, and our task as humans is to find that holiness in seemingly unholy situations. When we can do this, we will have learned to nurture our souls.

I know. You think you love art because you have a sensitive soul. Isn't a sensitive soul simply a means of transforming a deficiency into proud disdain? You think art has meaning. You think you're not like me.

Hope is forgivable when you're young, isn't it? With no suspicion of irony, without a soupçon of cynicism, hope lures with its siren song.

My soul is fate's chew toy. My destiny pursues me like an experienced tracker., like a malevolent hunter, bites me and won't let go. What I thought I left behind I find again. I'll always be a failure, then, now, and forever.

My soul is fate's chew toy. My destiny pursues me like an experienced tracker, like a malevolent hunter, bites me and won't let go. What I thought I left behind I find again. I'll always be a failure, then, now, and forever. Fail again. Fail worse. I witness my life's collapse.

I know. You think you love art because you have a sensitive soul. Isn't a sensitive soul simply a means of transforming a deficiency into proud disdain?

My soul is fate's chew toy.

In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. We know that the life of a soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite. It is death which is m

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

Be not ashamed, my brothers, to stand before the proud and the powerful With your white robe of simpleness. Let your crown be of humility, your freedom the freedom of the soul. Build God's throne daily upon the ample bareness of your poverty And know that what is huge is not great and pride is not everlasting.

I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.