Quotes About Soul

He didn't ask Where will you spend eternity? as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?

The body, she says, is subject to the force of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure.

It is wrong to turn a man (a subject) into a thing (an object). By means of spiritual dialogue, the I-It relationship becomes an I-Thou relationship. God comes and goes in man's soul. And men come and go in each other's souls. Sometimes they come and go in each other's beds, too.

My soul is like a pawn shop. I mean it's filled with unredeemed pleasures, old clarinets, and cameras, and motheaten fur.

Just because your soul is being torn to pieces doesn't mean that you stop analyzing the phenomena.

A man like you, humble for life, who wants to feel and live, has trouble—not wanting," said Tamkin in his parenthetical fashion, "to exchange an ounce of soul for a pound of social power—he'll never make it without help in a world like this.

But the blind did not go around very much. They sat, and didn't seem to have any conversation, and soon you were aware of leisure gone bad. I had learned something of this during Einhorn's days of dirty mental weather. Or of the soul, not the mind, the sick evil of not even knowing why anything should ail you since you're resigned to accept all conditions.

He looked down through the green transparency to the stony bottom webbed with golden lines. Never still. If his soul could cast a reflection so briljant, and so intensely sweet, he might beg God to make such use of him. But that would be too childish. The actual sphere is not clear like this, but turbulent, angry. A vast human action is going on. Death watches. So if you have some happiness, conceal it. And when your heart is full, keep your mouth shut also.

all the ingenuity of mankind, or as M. Yermelov used to say, intellect without soul, was turned loose—the will of the insane to suffer pouring into erotic channels.

So deformity has overtaken love and love is a power that can't let us alone. It can't because we owe our existence to acts of love performed before us, because love is a standing debt of the soul.

The true soul is the one that pays the price. It suffers and gets sick, and it realizes that the pretender can't be loved.

And I saw Clara Spohr coming from the Oyster Bar or being washed forth into this sea, dismasted, clinging to her soul in the shipwreck of her beauty.

I am no earthling. I drink moonshine on Mars and mistake meteors for stars 'cause I can't hold my liquor. But I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole and play galaxophones on the fire escape of your soul.

Isn't it true," St. Josemaria once said, "that you have seen the need to become a soul of prayer, to reach an intimacy with God that leads to divinization? Such is the Christian faith as always understood by souls of prayer." And as if to prove the "always" part, he goes on to quote St. Clement of Alexandria, who wrote around the year 203 A.D.: "A man becomes God, because he loves whatever God loves.

The second-century Letter to Diognetus put it beautifully: "As the soul is in the body, so Christians are in the world. The soul is dispersed through all the members of the body, and Christians are scattered through all the cities of the world…. The invisible soul is guarded by the visible body, and Christians are known indeed to be in the world, but their godliness remains invisible.

But I'm pretty on the inside.

Laughter, it turns out, is the soul of liberty.

When we have lost ourselves, we have lost everything.

Al diablo ahora mismo vendería mi alma si yo no fuese el diablo mismo!

There is no truer, warmer pleasure in this world than to behold a great soul opening up towards oneself.

Pensar!—exclamé. ¿Qué necesidad tenéis de recordármelo, puesto que, piense o no piense, siempre estáis presente en mi alma?

Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us and then we'll need no other light.

Each tender soul, with sentimental power, Sucks melancholy food from your creation; And now in this, now that, the leaven works. For each beholds what in his bosom lurks.

ach, kon je dat maar weer uitdrukken, kon je het papier inblazen wat zo overdadig leeft; zodat het de spiegel werd van je ziel, zoals je ziel de spiegel is van de oneindige God! – Mijn vriend — Maar ik ga er aan te gronde, ik bezwijk onder het geweld van de pracht van wat ik zie.