Quotes About Soul

Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.

When you see this you will understand how people attempt to gain the world and, in the process, lose their soul.

Take a look at the people around you. Is there a single person among them who hasn't become addicted to those worldly feelings? Is there a single person who is not controlled by them, hungering for them, spending every minute of their waking life consciously or unconsciously seeking them? When you see this, you will understand how people attempt to gain the world and, in the process, lose their soul. For they live empty, soulless lives.

This was a life, this was how people chose to live? Somewhere inside she could feel winds dying, the gales of her youth stifled. She was learning that in her life everything— health, happiness, even love—was subject to the landscape; the weathers of the world were inseparable from the weathers of her soul.

Repository," he finally says, "you know this word? A resting place. A text—a book—is a resting place for the memories of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.

Now the piano makes a long, familiar run, the pianist playing different scales with each hand--what sounds like three hands, four--the harmonies like steadily thickening peals on a strand, and Werner sees six-year-old Jutta lean toward him, Frau Elena kneading bread in the background, a crystal radio in his lap, the cords of his soul not yet severed.

and Werner sees six-year-old Jutta lean toward him, Frau Elena kneading bread in the background, a crystal radio in his lap, the cords of his soul not yet severed.

In the stories after the war, all the resistance heroes were dashing, sinewy types who could construct machine guns from paperclips. And the Germans either raised their godlike blond heads through open tank hatches to watch broken cities scroll past, or else were psychopathic, sex-crazed torturers of beautiful Jewesses. Where did the boy fit in? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather. But his soul glowed with some fundamental kindness, didn't it?

Where did the boy fit? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in a room with a feather. But his soul glowed with some fundamental kindness, didn't it?

inside her chest pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

Where did the boy fit? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather. But his soul glowed with some fundamental kindness, didn't it?

There there is music, almost always music.

Inside her pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

Repository,'' he finally says, ''you know this word? A resting place. A text - a book - is a resting place for the memories of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.

A text—a book—is a resting place for the memories of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.

Ele tinha uma presença tão apagada. Era como estar em uma sala com uma pena. Mas a alma dele brilhava com uma bondade fundamental...

The bereaved must understand that should they cross paths with a vukodlak, this shell is not their beloved. Only the flesh has been reanimated; the soul, it is presumed, is safe with God.

She was learning that in her life everything--health, happiness, even love--was subject to the landscape; the weathers of the world were inseparable from the weathers of her soul.

When the voice of medicine can't give you the answers you need and you recognize that the cause of your trouble is spiritual, it's imperative that you learn how to trust in the God that is bigger than your storm. When the only way out, is through, you need to know deep within your heart and soul, that no matter what you go through, the friends of God suffer no permanent harm.

The Resurrection opens up access to His presence. In the presence of God is peace. So if God has entered your soul, then peace can walk into your situations. In this you'll find a rest that can sustain you in any storm of life. No matter how hard the winds blow or waves come crashing in, His peace will prevail evidently and eventually through you.

What I am is a thinking soul, not a piece of matter, and I know about this soul and its thoughts better than I know about any physical thing. Because

I found that if you spend all your time regretting the past, you forfeit the inner peace your soul needs to survive.

The lesson we learn early in our lives and too often forget … to listen to the word of God alive in our own souls.…

Jazz has provided the framework for all the other stuff that I've done.