Quotes About Soul

Sophisticated readers understand that writers work out their anger, their conflicts, their endless grief and rolling list of loss, through their stories. That however mean-spirited or diabolical, it's only a story. That the darkness in the soul is shaped into type and lies there, brooding and inert, black on the page, and active, dangerous, only in the reader's mind. Actually, harmless. I am not harmless.

We love the attentiveness of powerful people, because it's such a pleasant, gratifying surprise, but Eleanor was not a grand light shining briefly on the lucky little people. She reached for the soul of everyone who spoke to her, every day. She bowed her head toward yours, as if there was nothing but the time and necessary space for two people to briefly love each other.

I blew through her like baby's breath through a dandelion, and my soul left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I'd bound her too me for as long as she lived, and I had no words to tell her. When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my first rising.

God, my son was wounded as he fought forces beyond his control. He's a good boy, and he works hard to do what's right, and we love him very much. We ask that you care for him, and heal his wounds if it is your will, and care for his soul if it is not. May the one who blessed our ancestors, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel, and Leah, bless and heal Ellery Joseph Cramer.

or not, he'd just sold his soul to Mackey James for the price of a shower curtain and a bottle of lube.

Spending those hours in the dark with only Glen's voice for company had taught Cash more than he ever thought possible about how to deal with pain, about how to keep your soul intact during fear—about what a human being could do with a little bit of confidence in the world around him.

The music owns me," he repeated, feeling dumb. "I am the music. I close my eyes and… I am that chord, or that moment, or that dance. I am…." The crowd, the guitar, the mood, the lyrics, the heartbeats, the drumbeats, the guitar chords, the sweat, the muscle, the movement, the song. "You can't fall when you're there," he said and swallowed hard.

The idea that Crick's golden god, who had loved him so simply and so faithfully even as boys and young men, was mortal, that the living cage might someday disintegrate and the soul that Crick was bound to would expand to brighten the larger universe was….

They say a desperate soul would do anything to get what he wants, but even a desperate soul cannot match a man who believes he has nothing to lose.

Love is unexplainable

It is beautiful to capture the soul of another being, isn't it? i nod and add, particularly when it has been a special person. We are talking about friendship, that has its own tenets so we are not talking about romantic/love/sex capture of another soul but the true captivation of another's spirit, which happens between people of the same sex sometimes.

Boy with a maiden's glance, I seek you out, but you hear not, Unknowing that you are the charioteer Of my soul.

Jazz is the music of the body

the adventure of the soul among the masterpieces.

If you have not loved an animal, your soul remains unawakened.

Man is summed up in Art. All the rest is moonshine.

I see only one solution," said St. Augustine. "The penguins will go to hell." "But they have no soul," observed St. Irenaeus. "It is a pity"" sighed Tertullian.

Bonnard," I said to myself, "thou knowest how to decipher old texts; but thou dost not know how to read in the Book of Life. That giddy little Madame Trepof, whom thou once believed to possess no more soul than a bird, has expended, in pure gratitude, more zeal and finer tact than thou didst ever show for anybody's sake. Right royally hath she repaid thee for the log-fire of her churching-day!

Até termos amado um animal, parte da nossa alma permanece adormecida.

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

The descent to Hades is the same from every place.

Sur le point de m'en aller, je veux lui poser une question qui résume toutes les autres, une question qu'il n'y a que moi pour poser, sans doute: "Qui êtes-vous?" Et elle, sans hésiter: "Je suis l'âme errante.

Partir pour le pôle intérieur de soi-même.

The Word is more, and, for the cabalists, it is nothing less, for example, than that in the image of which the human soul is created; we know that it has been traced back to the point of being the initial example of the cause of causes; it is, therefore, as much in what we fear as in what we write, as in what we love