Quotes About Soul

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

He can look harmless if he wants to. He is the consummate actor, but unless he works at it, his eyes give him away. If the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then Edward's in trouble because no one is home. He

I gave of myself to the night and the night filled me

There was a look on his face that was hard to describe. The devil must look like that after you've signed on the dotted line and given away your soul.

Jestli jsou o?i zrcadlem duÅ¡e, pak je Edward v maléru, protože nikdo není doma.

Money doesn't spend in hell, Wilkes. The devil deals in a different coin.

We don't have to forget what was done to us, but if we don't forgive it then they still own a piece of our soul. To win back our souls, to be whole, we have to find a way to forgive.

Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, two minds with but one body, two souls wedded as one.

Love is supposed to ennoble the soul, not degrade it.

Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading! - take them out of this book, for instance, - you might as well take the book along with them

Mi padre comenzaba apoyándose en la fuerza de los dos axiomas siguientes: Primero: que, para un hombre, una onza de su propia inteligencia valía por una tonelada de la de cualquier otra persona; y Segundo (el cual, por cierto, era el fundamento del primer axioma—aunque viniera después): que la inteligencia de todo hombre debía necesariamente provenir de su propia alma—y jamás de la de ninguna otra persona.

Age is artificial. It's soulless. It doesn't matter one bit.

This is where you can find your soul if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils. Perhaps I was already dead.

Rape wounds deeply, splits open your core with shrapnel. The stench of the injury attracts maggots which hatch into clouds of doubt and self-loathing the dirt you feel inside you nourishes anxiety, depression, and shame poisoning your blood, festering in your brain until you will do anything to stop feeling the darkness rising within anything to stop feeling– untreated pain is a cancer of the soul that can kill you

Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Everybody carried a little evil in them, Momma once told me. Madam Lockton had more than her share. The poison had eaten holes through her soul and made room for vermin to nest inside her.

A kid asked him what his painting was. "It's Venice at night, an accountant's soul, the blood of imbeciles. Smoker's lung. Tenure. The inside of a lock, the taste of iron. Despair. A city with the streetlights shot out, the heart of a school board director." Some teachers whisper he's having a breakdown. I think he's the sanest person I know(181)".

SOUL, he writes on the board. The clay streaks the word like dried blood. This is where you can find your soul, if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

SOUL, he writes on the board. The clay streaks the word like dried blood. This is where you can find your soul, if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

It is hard to fight with one's heart's desires; whatever it wishes to get, it purchases at the cost of the soul.

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

Underneath an artist's preoccupations with sex, society, religion, etc. (all the staple abstractions that allow the forebrain to chatter) there is a soul tortured beyond endurance by the lack of tenderness in the world.

Cuesta mucho luchar contra el deseo del corazón; todo lo que quiere obtener, lo compra al precio del alma.