Quotes About Soul

The rain outside was cold in Hadrian's soul.

Laguna de la posesión (II) Nada puede penetrarse, ni los átomos ni las almas. Por eso nada posee nada. Desde la verdad hasta un pañuelo —todo es imposeible. La propiedad no es un robo: no es nada.

I prefer a defeat that knows the beauty of flowers to a victory in the desert, full of blindness in the soul, alone with its isolated nothingness.

The total snuffing out of life and the soul, the complete banishment of all beings and people, the night without memory or illusion, the absence of past and future .....

Every married couple in the world is a mismatch because each person harbors, in the secret part of the soul that belongs to the Devil, the subtle image of the man they desire but who is not their husband, the nubile figure of the sublime woman their wife never was.

I'm something that I used to be. I'm never where I feel I am, and if I seek myself, I don't know who's seeking me. My boredom with everything has numbed me. I feel banished from my soul.

There is no difference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things.

I prefer to fail having known the beauty of flowers than to triumph in a wilderness, for triumph is the blindness of the soul left alone with its own worthlessness.

Porque no vayáis a creer que escribo para publicar, ni para escribir, ni siquiera por hacer arte. Escribo porque ese es el fin, la perfección suprema, la perfección temperamentalmente ilógica [...] de mi cultivo de estados del alma.

Baste a quem basta o que lhe basta O bastante de lhe bastar! A vida é breve, a alma é vasta: Ter é tardar.

Colaborar, relacionarse, hacer cosas con otros es un impulso metafísicamente enfermizo. El alma que es dada al individuo no debe prestarse a sus relaciones con los demás. El hecho divino de existir no debe ser entregado al hecho satánico de coexistir.

No other writer ever achieved such a direct transference of self to paper. The Book of Disquiet is the world's strangest photograph, made out of words, the only material capable of capturing the recesses of the soul it exposes. Richard Zenith, 2001 NOTES

And in each corner of my soul there's an altar to a different god.

Los clasificadores de cosas, que son aquellos hombres de ciencia cuya ciencia consiste sólo en clasificar, ignoran, en general, que lo clasificable es infinito y por lo tanto no se puede clasificar. Pero en lo que consiste mi pasmo es en que ignoren la existencia de clasificables desconocidos, cosas del alma y de la conciencia que se encuentran en los intersticios del conocimiento.

Two people say 'I love you' or mutually think it and feel it, and each has in mind a different idea, a different life, perhaps even a different colour or fragrance, in the abstract sum of impressions that constitute the soul's activity.

Il mistero supremo dell'Universo, l'unico mistero, tutto e in tutto, è che ci sia un mistero dell'universo, è che ci sia l'universo, qualcosa, è che ci sia l'esserci. ... Il mistero di tutto si avvicina talmente al mio essere, giunge così vicino agli occhi della mia anima che mi dissolvo in tenebre e avvolto in tenebre oscuramente mi atterrisco.

To think of our greatest anxiety as an insignificant event, not only in the life of the universe but also in the life of our own soul, is the beginning of wisdom.

A life of aesthetic quietism, to prevent the insults and humiliations of life and the living from getting any closer than a loathsome periphery of our sensibility, outside the walls of our conscious soul.

Nu am c?utat niciodat? s?-mi tr?iesc via?a. Via?a mea s-a tr?it f?r? ca eu s? vreau sau nu. Am vrut doar s? v?d ca ?i cum n-a? fi avut suflet. Am vrut doar s? v?d ca ?i cum a? fi fost numai ochi.

Quando eu abandonar o meu ser como uma cadeira donde me levanto Deixar atrás o mundo como a um quarto donde saio, Abandonar toda esta forma, de sentidos e pensamento, de sentir as coisas, Como uma capa que me prenda, Quando de vez minha alma chegar à superfície da minha pele E dispersar o meu ser pelo universo exterior, Seja com alegria que eu reconheça que a Morte Vem como um sol distante na antemanhã do meu novo ser.

In the viscous air of the abstract street there is only an external thread of feeling, like the slobber of an idiot Destiny, dripping on my soul's consciousness.

And leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the day, gazing at the variegated mass of the whole city, just one thought fills my soul: that I profoundly wish to die, to cease, to see no more light shining on this city or any city, to think no more, to feel no more, to leave behind the march of time and the sun like a paper wrapper, to remove like a heavy suit – next to the big bed – the involuntary effort of being.

I am the escaped one. My soul seeks me/ through hills and valley/ I hope my soul/ never finds me.

A alma humana é vítima tão inevitável da dor