Quotes About Soul

There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win.

Success with a small s is based on accumulation and materialism. Success with a large S is based on the unfoldment of our soul and the generosity of Spirit made manifest by the giving of our gifts.

This thing that haunts you, that never seems satisfied, the cravings in your soul that you are unable to satiate through all the success that the world can bring this is your soul screaming for God.

Really to succeed, we must give; of our souls to the soulless, of our love to the lonely, of our intelligence to the dull. Business is quite as much a process of giving as it is of getting.

Without possessions, success, fame; who are you?

The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is overcast, and that is why the sky seems stormy to you.

Death is either a friend who rocks us gently as a nurse, or an enemy who violently drags the soul from the body.

My friend,' said Maximilien, 'the voice of my heart is sad indeed and promises only misfortune.' 'Only a weak spirit sees everything from behind a dark veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is overcast, and that is why the sky seems stormy to you.

Then the steps retreated, and the voices died away in the distance; the noise of the door, with its creaking hinges and bolts ceased, and a silence more sombre than that of solitude ensued, — the silence of death, which was all-pervasive, and struck its icy chill to the very soul of Dantes.

There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body's sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers for ever.

Kahdella tapaa voi ihminen katsella, ruumiin ja sielun silmillä. Ruumiillinen silmä voi toisinaan unohtaa, sielun silmä ei koskaan.

Când închid ochii, rev?d tot ce am v?zut. Exist? dou? feluri de priviri: privirea trupului È™i privirea sufletului. Privirea trupului poate uita uneori, dar cea a sufletului îÈ™i aminteÈ™te totdeauna.

It needs misfortune to be able to dig up in those secret mines, which are hidden in man's soul.

Then he said aloud: "Listen, Morrel, I see your grief is great, but still you do not like to risk your soul." Morrel smiled sadly. "Count," he said, "I swear to you my soul is no longer my own.

Only a weak spirit sees everything from behind a dark veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is overcast, and that is why the sky seems stormy to you.

So! Isn't it worth one's curiosity to study the different ways that the soul may leave the body and how, according to the character, the temperament, or even the local customs of a country, individuals face up to that supreme journey from being to nothingness? As for me, I can assure you of one thing: the more you have seen others die, the easier it becomes to die oneself. So, in my opinion, death may be a torment, but it is not an expiation.

Es propio de los espíritus débiles el ver todas las cosas a través de un velo. El alma se forma a sí misma sus horizontes. Vuestra alma es sombría, y os presenta un cielo borrascoso.

Nimic nu-mi poate fi mai pl?cut, drag? prietene, decât s? m? reîntorc în singur?tatea mea, sub copacii mei stufoÈ™i, pe ??rmul Loarei. Dac? Dumnezeu e cel mai mare t?m?duitor al r?nilor sufleteÈ™ti, natura îÈ›i d?ruieÈ™te leacurile cele mai neîntrecute.

Si Dios es el médico supremo de los males del alma, la naturaleza es el remedio soberano.

V-am È›inut în braÈ›ele mele ca s? v? cruÈ› de furia puhoaielor, aÈ›i simÈ›it oare c? v-am strâns la piept? Nu. În mine nu mai d?inuie decât sufletul, È™i toat? f?ptura mea s-a cur??at de p?cate în focul mistuitor al dragostei mele.

Le besoin de sécurité asphyxie l'âme.

It was not man who implanted in himself what is infinite and the love of what is immortal: those lofty instincts are not the offspring of his capricious will; their steadfast foundation is fixed in human nature, and they exist in spite of his efforts. He may cross and distort them – destroy them he cannot. The soul wants which must be satisfied; and whatever pains be taken to divert it from itself, it soon grows weary, restless, and disquieted amidst the enjoyments of sense.

Under the absolute sway of an individual despot the body was attacked in order to subdue the soul, and the soul escaped the blows which were directed against it and rose superior to the attempt; but such is not the course adopted by tyranny in democratic republics; there the body is left free, and the soul is enslaved.

Man did not give himself the taste for the infinite and the love of what is immortal. These sublime instincts are not born of a caprice of his will; they have their immovable foundations in his nature; they exist despite his efforts. He can hinder or deform them, but not destroy them. The soul has needs that must be satisfied; and whatever care one takes to distract it from itself, it soon becomes bored, restive, and agitated.