Quotes About Soul

She felt the familiar old constriction in her chest - that combination of desire and urgency. She needed more hours - many more hours - if she was ever to study these questions as they deserved to be studied. She would never have enough hours. She had already lost so much time this week. Every soul in the world seemed to believe that Alma's hours belonged to him. How was she ever meant to devote herself to proper scientific exploration?

Si la fe fuese racional, no sería fe. La fe es la creencia en lo que no se puede ver ni tocar. La fe es caminar —de frente y a toda velocidad— hacia las tinieblas. Si realmente tuviéramos todas las respuestas en cuanto al significado de la vida y la naturaleza de Dios y el destino del alma, la religión no sería un acto de fe ni un valiente acto de humanidad; sería simplemente... una prudente póliza de seguros.

He possessed a more pristine sense of artistic discernment, was the implication. Exposure to imperfections—even his own—injured his soul. He felt there was nobility in his choice never to write a book, if it could not be a great book.

The classical Indian sages wrote that there are three factors which indicate whether a soul has been blessed with the highest and most auspicious luck in the universe: To have been born a human being, capable of conscious inquiry. To have been born with—or to have developed—a yearning to understand the nature of the universe. To have found a living spiritual master. There

All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.

If she'd been quizzed as to His Grace's eye color, she would've had to reply simply that they were dark. Which they were. Very dark, nearly black, but not quite. The Duke of Wakefield's eyes were a deep, rich brown, like coffee newly brewed, like walnut wood oiled and polished, like seal fur shining in the light, and even though they were rather lovely to look at, they were as cold as iron in winter. One touch and her very soul might freeze.

You're burning," she gasped. "Then you ought not to touch me," he said seriously. "You'll be consumed." "Too late," she muttered, and pivoted, trying to drag him, he presumed, toward the bed. "You're awfully heavy—" "My soul is made of lead." "—and you're delirious," she ended decisively. "I need to get help.

It is our birthright to uncover the soul—to remove the layers of fear or shame or apathy or cynicism that conceal it.

Racism is a poison so insidious it finds its way through the tiniest slit in the soul and does its damage there even before one is aware.

The man had no more romance in his soul than a codfish

Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, -- it brings before me the entire benevolence of Nature, for ever working death and decay, so piteous in themselves, into the means of fresh life and glory, and sending up sweet odours as she works.

Penso che risulterebbe stancante essere legati per l'eternità al culmine dei momenti più ispirati dei massimi scrittori. Altitudini come quelle sarebbero inadatte a insetti come me. Su questi libri elevati me ne starei aggrappata alla bell'e meglio, con la testa e le ali penzolanti. E forse che anche l'anima non ha voglia, di tanto in tanto, di mettersi in vestaglia?

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away.

Cancer is a bully. It is an elephantine disease of body, mind, soul. My husband moved a half a mile away from it. I would love to do the same. I am stuck until the end.

People talk about the way disembodied spirits roam the world with no place to park themselves, but all I can think is that I am a dispirited body, and I'm sure there are plenty of other human mollusk shells roaming around, waiting for some soul to fill them up.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

The Wild Hunt rides tonight." Meg's eyes glinted with her eerie tale. "They ride on horses with nostrils like burning coals, chasing the souls of the wicked, that cannot rest for—" Then her head came up sharp. And, "Gavin," she says, "there's knocking at the door." I thought her saying it was still part of the tale. Then I heard it too, a thud too regular for wind and rain.

I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or he'll which way to fall.

So Rhun had arrived at the last frontier of belief, and fallen, or emerged, or soared into the region where the soul realises that pain is of no account, that to be within the secret of God is more than well being, and past the power of the tongue to utter. To embrace the decree of pain is to translate it, to shed it like a rain of blessing on others who have not yet understood.

I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or hell which way to fall.

Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

I sometimes hold it half a sinTo put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within.

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.