Quotes About Soul

The love of God is what heals our wounded souls. It's what gives us confidence. It's what gives us courage. Knowing that we are loved perfectly by a perfect, powerful God changes us like nothing else.

Our mouth gives expression to what we think, feel, and want. Our mind tells us what we think, not necessarily what God thinks. Our will tells us what we want, not what God wants. And our emotions tell us what we feel, not what God feels. As our soul is purified, it is trained to carry God's thoughts, desires, and feelings; then we become a mouthpiece for the Lord!

The Word of God is medicine for our souls, and we should take our medicine regularly. God's medicine – His Word – has unlimited refills, and its side effects are life, healing, strength, joy and restoration.

And let the peace (soul harmony which comes) from Christ rule (act as umpire continually) in your hearts [deciding and settling with finality all questions that arise in your minds, in that peaceful state]." In other words… let peace make the call!

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. [I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.] MATTHEW 11:28

Por qué te abates, alma mía, y por qué te turbas dentro de mí? Espera en Dios, pues he de alabarle otra vez por la salvación de Su presencia. Salmo 42:5

Hebrews 6:19 tells us that hope is the anchor of the soul. Hope is the force that keeps us steady in a time of trial.

The Bible] tells us that hope is the anchor of the soul. Hope is the force that keeps us steady in a time of trial. Don't ever stop hoping. If you do, you're going to have a miserable life.

From a wise mind comes wise speech; the words of the wise are persuasive. Kind words are like honey—sweet to the soul and healthy for the body. PROVERBS 16:23–24 NLT

Porque yo creo que el día que deje de comer me voy a morir, y entonces me iré con toda seguridad derechito al infierno.

Why does Switzerland look like one big cuckoo clock to me? Dan asked. Because you have no sould, Amy answered.

You needn't worry about your appearance, my dear, because true beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

I love you, he thought with each thrust of his body; I love you, his heart shouted with each thunderous beat; I love you, his soul cried out as Alexandra's spasms clenched him tightly. I love you. The words exploded in his being as he drove into her one last time and poured his life, his future, and all the disillusionment of his past into her tender keeping.

Baz? insanlar aÅŸk? kalplerinde,baz?lar?ysa bütün benliklerinde hissederler...

The inner wars, and the outer ones, go on while I pray and struggle; sometimes in the middle of a dark night of the soul I wonder how they became my wars to fight. And then I hear a voice that says, "Why not me?

some of Plato's most famous passages about the divided soul he represents the parts of the soul other than reason as non-human animals.

Art is an act of the soul, not the intellect. When we are dealing with people's dreams - their visions, really - we are in the realm of the sacred. We are involved with forces and energies larger than our own. We are engaged in a sacred transaction of which we know only a little: the shadow, not the shape.

I surrender my body to be ruled by my mind; I surrender my mind to be governed by my soul, and I surrender my soul to the guidance of God.

There are three motives for which we live; we live for the body, we live for the mind, we live for the soul.

It is legitimate and right to desire riches, if you want them for the sake of the soul, but not if you desire them for the lusts of the flesh. Cast out pride and vanity; have no thought of trying to rule over others or of outdoing them.

Hay tres motivos por los cuales vivimos: vivimos para el cuerpo, vivimos para la mente, y vivimos para el alma. 

These two forces of love, one selfish and self-seeking, the other charitable ( caritas ) and loving, continue to struggle with one another for domination in a man's soul.

The best thing we have learned from nearly five hundred years of contact with the American wilderness is restraint, the willingness to hold our hand: to visit such places for our souls' good, but leave no tracks.

The soul, o ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind. A bronze rain from the sun descending marks The death of summer, which that time endures