Quotes About Soul

Deep in the greenwood of my heart Is my abiding-place: I cloak my soul at feast and mart; I mask my face. Outlawed, but not alone, for Truth Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

Ritual is the passage way of the soul into the Infinite.

He was a man in whom the dreams of God that haunt the soul in youth, though overlaid by the scum that gathers in the fight for money, had not, as with the majority, utterly died the death. - Secret Worship

Love is known only by feeling it," she said, her voice deepening a little. "Behind the form you feel the person loved. The process is an evocation, pure and simple. An arduous ceremonial, involving worship and devotional preparation, is the means. It is a difficult ritual—the only one acknowledged by the world as still effectual. Ritual is the passage way of the soul into the Infinite.

He loved the gigantic peace the Desert gave him. The world was forgotten there; and not the world merely, but all memory of it. Everything faded out. The soul turned inwards upon itself.

This ancient script was graven in his soul.

Te necesito. A tí, querida alma de mi pasado sombrío -se apretó junto a él tanto que su aliento le rozaba los ojos, y su voz cantó literalmente al decir -: Te tengo, porque tu me amas y estás por completo a mi merced.

I am that which began;Out of me the years roll;Out of me God and man;I am equal and whole;God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.

I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her, and mix her with me. Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast; O fair white mother, in days long passed Born without sister, born without brother, Set free my soul as thy soul is free.

For till the thunder and trumpet be, Soul may divide from body, but not we One from another

Save his own soul he hath no star.

You have a face that suits a woman For her soul's screen-- The sort of beauty that's called human In hell, Faustine.

Save his own soul's light overhead, None leads him, and none ever led, Across birth's hidden harbour-bar, Past youth where shoreward shallows are, Through age that drives on toward the red Vast void of sunset hailed from far, To the equal waters of the dead; Save his own soul he hath no star, And sinks, except his own soul guide, Helmless in middle turn of tide.

For till thunder in the trumoet be, Soul may divide from body but not we One from another

This world is not a permanent place, it is a passage, a road on which you are passing. There are two kinds of people here: One is the kind of those who have sold their souls for eternal damnation, the other is of those who have purchased their souls and freed them from damnation.

To whatever extent a person's knowledge increases, his attention will be turned more towards his soul.

It is possible, he said, to be in love not with someone but with their eyes. I mean, with how eyes that aren't yours let you see where you are, who you are.

Poems should be written rarely and reluctantly, under unbearable duress, and only with the hope that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are all alive with light.

Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.

Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul.

I still love you, for I see your soul

the litup soul/self I have been From time to time I can't remember

you stepped outside time to find me. But you are the inventor of time and you will go back.