Quotes About Soul

Lui è più me di me stessa. Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono simili; e l'anima di Linton è differente come un raggio di luna dal lampo, o il gelo dal fuoco.

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

He didn't pray for Catherine's soul to haunt him. Time bought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.

Ruhum mezardayken bedenim ya?am??, ne yapay?m?

Ele nunca saberá como eu o amo; e não é por ele ser bonito, Nelly mas por ele ser mais parecido comigo do que eu própria. Seja qual for a matéria do que nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais, e a do Linton é tão diferente delas como um raio de lua num relâmpago, ou a geada de fogo

That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

Rimani con me sempre, prendi qualsiasi forma, fammi diventar pazzo! Soltanto non lasciarmi in questo abisso, dove non posso trovarti! Oh Dio; è indicibile! Non posso vivere senza la mia vita! Non posso vivere senza l'anima mia!

Non saprà mai quanto io lo ami: e questo non perché è bello Nelly, ma perché lui è più me di me stessa. Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono simili; e l'anima di Linton è differente come un raggio di luna dal lampo, o il gelo dal fuoco.

No sé qué composición tendrán nuestras almas, pero sea de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía, y en cambio la de Eduardo es tan diferente como el rayo lo es de la luz de la luna, o la nieve de la llama.

Aquí y aquí, o donde pueda estar el alma!-repuso Catalina golpeándose la frente y el pecho

yo no puedo hacer lo que hace mi alma

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou—THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.

she took my hand and led me out of the darkness and showed me that whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

I went about my house hold duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

The Soul selects her own Society.

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more—

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

La esperanza es esa cosa con plumas que se posa en el alma y canta sin parar.