Quotes About Soul

The soul should always stand ajar.

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 chillest land — And on the strangest Sea — Yet — never — in Extremity, It asked a crumb — of me.

The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, — Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.

I am afraid to own a Body— I am afraid to own a Soul—

Bind me-I still can sing- Banish-my mandolin Strikes true within- Slay-and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise- Still thine.

The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more —

Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won all. Angels' breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul.

Death is a dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. Dissolve says Death-The Spirit Sir I have another Trust-

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door. Its past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch. Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal; For 't is His institution,— The complement of hell.

Superiority to fate Is difficult to learn. 'Tis not conferred by any, But possible to earn A pittance at a time, Until, to her surprise, The soul with strict economy Subsists till Paradise.

The Overtakelessness of Those Who have accomplished Death - Majestic is to me beyond The majesties of Earth - The Soul her Not at Home Inscribes upon the Flesh - And takes a fine aerial gait Beyond the Writ of Touch.

MY worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear; Lest I should insufficient prove 5 For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed. So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content, 10 Conform my soul as 't were a church Unto her sacrament.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door

I lived on Dread — To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger — Other impetus Is numb — and Vitalless — As 'twere a Spur — upon the Soul — A Fear will urge it where To go without the Sceptre's aid Were Challenging Despair.

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains That it can so endure The accent of a coming foot, The opening of a door?

A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another's eyes.

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

Noi che abbiamo l'Anima moriamo piú spesso

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust

La speranza è la pennuta creatura Che si posa nell'anima E canta melodia senza parole E non smette mai, proprio mai

Emily Dickinson

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 chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

Ma c'è dell'altro? Oltre all'amore e alla morte? Allora dimmene il nome.