Quotes About Soul

I'm not saying that you have to be a reader to save your soul in the modern world. I'm saying it helps.

The engine is the heart of an airplane, but the pilot is its soul.

El amor es lo que somos.

The will to do, the soul to dare.

He had lost the bright gods, and he had not been accepted by the dark. He was in a no soul's land, and in its isolation his own soul was withdrawn, small and heavy as a stone within him, and about his evil deed. No wonder it could not take wing and make the heralding music. That was the whole of reality now, the little stone inside, and outside the cold, dark ravine and the inescapable watcher.

Like a bowl of water, so is the soul; like the light falling on the water, so are the impressions the soul receives. When the water is disturbed, the light also seems to be disturbed; yet it is not disturbed. Epictetus, Discourses 3.4.20

There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.

In the present day, when popular literature is running into the low levels of life, and luxuriating on the vices and follies of mankind; and when the universal pursuit of gain is trampling down the early growth of poetic feeling, and wearing out the verdure of the soul, I question whether it would not be of service for the reader occasionally to turn to these records of prouder times and loftier modes of thinking; and to steep himself to the very lips in old Spanish romance.

Color directly influences the soul. Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another purposively, to cause vibrations in the soul.

The artist must train not only his eye but also his soul.

That is beautiful which is produced by the inner need, which springs from the soul.

Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.

That is beautiful which springs from inner need, which springs from the soul

an inner feeling called "Stimmung" by the germans and best translated as sentiment (it is to be regreted that this word, sentiment, which is meant to describe the poetical efforts of an artist living soul, has been misused and finally, ridiculed. Was there ever a great word that the masses did not try immediatly to cheapen and desecrate?) (...)

Cada cuadro encierra misteriosamente toda una vida, toda una vida con muchos sufrimientos, dudas, horas de entusiasmo y de luz. ¿Hacia dónde clama el alma del artista, si también participó en la creación? ¿Qué proclama? «Enviar luz a las profundidades del corazón humano es la misión del artista», dice Schumann. «El pintor es un hombre que sabe dibujar y pintar todo», dice Tolstoi.

Renk klavye, gözler tokmaklar, ruh ise piyanodur. Sanatç? da piyanoyu çalan eldir. Tu?lara dokunarak ruhta titre?imler yarat?r.

The nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game, is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.

Solitude is a chosen separation for refining your soul. Isolation is what you crave when you neglect the first.

Psalm 42:11 (NIV): "Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him.

Thus says the Lord: 'Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls.'" JEREMIAH 6:16 NKJV

Your soul - that inner quiet space - is yours to consult. It will always guide you in the right direction.

Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.

The second secret: The second secret may actually be the often prophesized "Illumination of the Soul". Throughout the history of recorded apparitions, locutions, and other supernatural spiritual phenomena, there has been a consistent thread of prophecy that describes an interior "illumination" of the soul that will be experienced by every living human being at a designated time. It is also called the illumination of the conscience.

There are many references to the final illumination in the texts of prophecies past and present. The credibility of the Illumination of the Soul comes from a number of supernatural events. It was allegedly foretold to St. Catherine Laboure in 1830 (at Rue du Bac in Paris, France, the place of the Miraculous medal), to St. Faustina Kowalska in the 1930s (Divine Mercy; Kracow, Poland) and to St. Padre Pio of Italy.