Quotes About Soul

Commitment is a word invented in our abstract modernity to signify the absence of any real motives in the soul for moral dedication.

students have powerful images of what a perfect body is and pursue it incessantly. But deprived of literary guidance, they no longer have any image of a perfect soul, and hence do not long to have one. They do not even imagine that there is such a thing.

Reason is only one part of the souls economy and requires a balance of the other parts in order to function properly.

The self is the modern substitute for the soul.

Merely methodological excision from the soul of the imagination that projects Gods and heroes onto the wall of the cave does not promote knowledge of the soul; it only lobotomizes it, cripples its powers.

425. O sonambulismo natural tem alguma relação com os sonhos? Como explicá-lo? "É um estado de independência do Espírito, mais completo do que no sonho, estado em que maior amplitude adquirem suas faculdades. A alma tem então percepções de que não dispõe no sonho, que é um estado de sonambulismo imperfeito. No sonambulismo, o Espírito está na posse plena de si mesmo.

The art of writing is to explain the complications of the human soul with the simplicity that can be universally understood.

People ask every day, "Why was I put on earth?" As if there is perhaps one reason. The truth is that there are too many reasons to count, and each reason and each soul connects to every other

It is comforting to see President Donald Trump as a crazy man, a one -off, an exception- not a reflection on us or on our democracy. But in ways I never anticipated, his rise was absolutely predictable and a mirror on our soul.

If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction

My heart and my soul belong to God alone. Never to France.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. —Zelda Fitzgerald

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Those who find ecstasy do so not by visiting the shrines of civilization but by trudging in the swamps of human destitution and misery. Our literature of ecstasy recounts the dark nights of the soul and encounters with mystics in the slums and in the refugee camps of genocidal wars.

Just as a mother finds pleasure in taking her little child on her lap, there to feed and caress him, in like manner our loving God shows His fondness for His beloved souls who have given themselves entirely to Him and have placed all their hope in His goodness.

I spent the strangest days of my life in Amirbar. In Amirbar I left shreds of my soul and most of the energy that fired my youth. Perhaps I came down from there more serene, I don't know, but I was everlastingly weary too. What happened to me since then has been a matter of simply surviving each day's difficulties. Trivialities. Not even the ocean could give back to me my vocation for dreaming with my eyes open: I used that up in Amirbar and received nothing in return.

There is one domain in which untruth is insupportable, that field of the human soul's endeavor of which Truth is the very substance and being, - religion

The event of the incarnation of soul in flesh most intimately concerned the entire evolutionary destiny of both the citizenry of heaven and the denizens of earth.

It seemed that some part of my battling soul remained my own. For slowly, as if I was wading through soft, wet, sucking sand, I began to fight back. I threw myself against the fear, forcing it into submission. And as a small amount of daylight cleared amid the blackness, I recognized this for what it was. I'd just been attacked. And instantly reason returned.

Forgiveness is healing—everything is energy—thoughts create—we are all connected—what you resist persists—true love never dies—the soul's immortality is the only true immortality—

No matter what happens, we'll always be together, always find a way to locate each other. No matter which guise my soul decides to wear, I will always return to you. Just like I always have returned to you.

The soul is the immortal part of us. It recycles, over and over again from what I've seen, but it never dies. We're meant to strive beyond the physical world, not... not settle for it and only it...

We are infinite beings—every last one. The

There was a lightness to the material that she loved but that also made her feel vulnerable, and she wondered which was more dangerous - the transparency of a fabric or of the soul?