Quotes About Soul

We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander here and there, slowly, dim lights flickering in the marshes at night, looking for us. But they're not nearly fast enough, not for us, we're way ahead of them, they'll never catch up. That's why we can go so fast: our souls don't weigh us down.

We all know that a book is not really a person. It isn't a human being. But if you are a lover of books as books – as objects, that is – and ignore the human element in them – that is, their voices – you will be committing an error of the soul, because you will be an idolator, or else a fetishist.

Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the untrained Soul. We're no longer at home in it. We need to dilute it. We can't drink it straight. And God is the same. Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.

and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.

The body may be the home of the soul and the pathway of the spirit, but it is also the perversity, the stubborn resistance, the malign contagion of the material world. Having a body, being in the body, is like being roped to a sick cat.

Four angels standing round my bed, Two to feet and two to head; One to watch and one to pray, And two to carry my soul away.

It is not only the body that travels, Adam One used to say, it is also the Soul. And the end of one journey is the beginning of another.

the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, "I'll be dead," you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul — it was a consequence of grammar.

Zenia has stolen something from him, the one thing he always kept safe before, from all women, even from Roz. Call it his soul. She slipped it out of his breast pocket when he wasn't looking, easy as rolling a drunk, and looked at it, and bit it to see if it was genuine, and sneered at it for being so small after all, and then tossed it away, because she's the kind of woman who wants what she doesn't have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets. What

Heaven, for the Presbyterians, must resemble a banking establishment, with each soul tagged and docketed, and placed in the appropriate pigeonhole.

Who can fathom the secrets of the human soul?" I said. "None of us is exempt from sin.

When did the body first set out on its own adventures, after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul?

When did the body first set out on its own adventures? Snowman thinks; after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul, for whom it had once been considered a mere corrupt vessel or else a puppet acting out their dramas for them, or else bad company, leading the other two astray.

Single strand of pearls, wild, not cultured. (Worth it, she said: only the wild ones had souls.)

Both heaven and earth rejoice when a saint escapes the earthly body: Heaven because a soul has triumphed over the devil. And earth because a saint is a prickly person to live with.

Pero cuando los espíritus están agobiados, huyen todos los apetitos.

Poetry consoles me at the same time it inflames me, I said. 'You should know better,' he sniffed. 'It's poison for the soul!

It is not enough to wire the world if you short-circuit the soul. Technology without heart is not enough.

It is difficult not to wonder whether that combination of elements which produces a machine for labor does not create also a soul of sorts, a dull resentful metallic will, which can rebel at times.

Dr. Turing of Cambridge says that the soul is an illusion and that all that defines us as human beings can be reduced to a series of mechanical operations.

Humility is dependence on God as pride is independence of Him. The humble soul is always the thankful soul.

When we grow careless of keeping our souls, then God recovers our taste of good things again by sharp crosses.

Every genuine confession humbles the soul. When it takes the form of thanksgiving, it teaches the soul that it has been delivered by the grace of God.

Are stress and worry evidence of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God?