Quotes About Soul

Death and Hades are companions—death claims the body, and Hades claims the soul.

The earth keeps some vibration going there in your heart, and that is you...

To achieve self-mastery and insight requires a lifelong regimen of asking questions, thinking things through, liberating your mind, benefiting from the perspectives of other people, and caring for your soul.

It was the kind of love you have for someone because you'll die inside if you don't love something.

Art from the Heart.. Poetry from the Heart.. Music from the Heart.. There is no other kind.

The most beautiful silence can be heard in the symphonies of nature when the best in the human being embraces in passion this silence - we rejoice in the eternal symphony of soul and silence.. Rooma Mehra

The truth lies not in the mind but in the soul because the mind wavers but the soul is constant.

We are spiritual beings walking around in these crazy skin suits. Our insides are much more important than our outsides.

It was as though her soul were neatly removed by a drinking straw and siphoned into the green pool of quiet that lay beneath the rippling cascade of notes.

Betty thought the latch had popped by itself until someone outside said, "Could I have a minute of your time to tell you about the Lord's plan for your soul?

Immersed in the saltless broth of my existence, I tried on moods.

Deep at the center of my being there is an infinite well of love.

The soul is the body's vanity and pleasure as long as the body's in good health, but it's also the urge to escape from the body as soon as the body is sick or things go badly.

Dreams rise in the darkness and catch fire from the mirage of moving light. What happens on the screen isn't quite real; it leaves open a vague cloudy space for the poor, for dreams and the dead. Hurry hurry, cram yourself full of dreams to carry you through the life that's waiting for you outside, when you leave here, to help you last a few days more in that nightmare of things and people. Among the dreams, choose the ones most likely to warm your soul.

Hurry hurry, cram yourself full of dreams to carry you through the life that's waiting for you outside, when you leave here, to help you last a few days more in that nightmare of things and people. Among the dreams, choose the ones most likely to warm your soul.

Buy Fable! the book that rejuvenates your soul! makes your belly belly-laugh! turns your cares to dust!...likewise your moods, woes an wounds!...turns everything rosy, deflates spleen and bile! pocondria! not just any old work! not just any old words! Fable! You gotta be categorical.

The soul is the body's vanity and pleasure as long as the body's in good health, but it's also the urge to escape from the body as soon as the body is sick or things are going badly.

Les hommes y tiennent à leurs sales souvenirs, à tous leurs malheurs et on ne peut pas les en faire sortir. Ca leur occupe l'âme. Ils se vengent de l'injustice de leur présent en besognant l'avenir au fond d'eux-mêmes avec de la merde. Justes et lâches qu'ils sont tout au fond. C'est leur nature.

L'âme, c'est la vanité et le plaisir du corps tant qu'il est bien portant, mais c'est aussi l'envie d'en sortir, du corps, dès qu'il est malade ou que les choses tournent mal.

You can be a virgin in horror the same as in sex. How, when I left the Place Clichy, could I have imagined such horror? Who could have suspected, before getting really into the war, all the ingredients that go to make up the rotten, heroic, good-for-nothing soul of man? And there I was, caught up in a mass flight into collective murder, into the fiery furnace … Something had come up from the depths, and this is what happened.

Kids like that, who've had too much adversity young, have a real uphill battle. Quinn tries so hard, but she's something of a lost soul… she needs us to understand her." Rumer nodded.

poetry requires a different kind of view, one where you look inside.

The Tibetan Book of the Dead.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.