Quotes About Soul

Ever peaceful be you slumber Though your days were few in number On this earth-spite took its toll- Yet shall heaven have your soul With pure love we did regard you For your loved one did we guard you But you came not to the groom Only to a chill dark tomb

I rode to meet you: dreams like living beings swarmed around me and the moon on my right side followed me, burning. I rode back: everything changed. My soul in love was sad and the moon on my left side trailed me without hope. To such endless impressions we poets give ourselves absolutely, making, in silence, omen of mere event, until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.

Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted, I start upon an untrod way To take my rest from yesterday.

O doce sopro da primavera, Que jardins e campos regenera! Será que agora todo prazer Me é estranho e tudo que anima, Tudo que brilha, alegra e sublima Só traz tédio, torpor, desprazer À minha alma, há muito já morta, À qual tudo é vão e nada importa?

Thou and You and A Love Letter She substituted, by a chance, For empty 'you' – the gentle 'thou'; And all my happy dreams, at once, In loving heart again resound. In bliss and silence do I stay, Unable to maintain my role: 'Oh, how sweet you are!' I say – 'How I love thee!' says my soul.

That night God and Satan fought long hours for his soul. And God conquered. It was only left to be determined which of the two was God.

How could a man know the truth of his own soul?

A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.

My son, philosophy as I understand it, is reducible to no rules by which it can be learned; it is the amalgamation of all the sciences, the golden cloud which bears the soul to heaven.

Dantes remained confused and silent by this explanation of the thoughts which had unconsciously been working in his mind, or rather soul; for there are two distinct sorts of ideas, those that proceed from the head and those from the heart.

In presence of this ingenuous greatness of soul, Aramis felt himself little. It was the second time he had been compelled to bend before real superiority of heart, much more powerful than splendour of mind.

Fears and worries originate in the mind. Love and joy originate from the soul.

Creation's the soul of haphazard.

The afterlife unravels before our eyes

Este tipo de práctica desordenada no ayuda a que el corazón se eleve en oración, sino más bien tiende a cubrir de lodo el alma. Es mejor conocer de antemano cuáles son los salmos que vamos a considerar.

The irony of the empty soul is that while he is perpetually dissatisfied in so many areas, he is so easily satisfied in regard to the pursuit of God.

Too much attention to a particular sin or sins, and/or too little attention to communion with God (two things that often occur in tandem) inevitably shrivel the soul of a Christian.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul. — Douglas MacArthur

When all your energies are brought into harmony, your body flourishes. And when your body flourishes, your soul has a soil in which it can blossom in the world. These are the ultimate reasons for energy medicine—to prepare the soil and nurture the blossom.

We know from the New Testament that our bodies are temples of the Lord. We, too, are divided into three parts—spirit, soul, and body (1 Thess. 5:23). God's presence through His Holy Spirit dwells in the innermost part of our being—our spirit. As we work our way through the tabernacle, we will discover how each part not only points to a heavenly reality, but also depicts and points to Christ. "Christ is the perfect Tabernacle. In Him is fulfilled all that

If--when--you need to go off, fill your soul, feel different earth under your feet, I'll do my best to handle missing you. As long as you promise to always come back." She nodded, sniffling. "Like a boomerang; you won't be able to get rid of me.

Undoubtedly, a thing forever blooming is the soul, no matter how barren the soil. And only through that frightening abyss of the unknown self does the mind root out the light upon which it nourishes.

Death's power is limited -- It cannot eradicate memories Or slay love It cannot destroy even a threadbare faith Or permanently hobble the smallest hope in God It cannot permeate the soul And it cannot cripple the spirit It merely separates us for a while That is the only power death can claim --No more

It was a whisper in the soul, a lump in the throat, and an echo in the deep and hidden places of the heart. It was the hope that we are loved, truly loved, and that we are known. It was what I wanted more than anything.