Quotes About Soul

The writer's job is to turn the unspeakable into words - not just any words, but, if you can, into rhythm and blues.

We have all we need to come through. Against all odds, no matter what we've lost, no matter what messes we've made over time, no matter how dark the night, we offer and are offered kindness, soul, light, and food, which create breath and spaciousness, which create hope, sufficient unto the day.

The medieval German mystic Meister Eckhart said that if the soul could have known God without the world, God never would have created the world.

Is the soul damaged by acne, political madness, rigid or unloving parents? I think so, damaged but not mortally so. It becomes callused, barricaded, yet it's always there for the asking, always ready for hope. Some poet once wrote that we think we are drops in the ocean, but that we are really the ocean in drops, both minute and everything there is.

We think we're humans having spiritual experiences, but we're really spirits having human experiences

It's all here, everything we seek and need, inside us.

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul

You wouldn't be a writer if reading hadn't enriched your soul more than other pursuits.

Deep is so un-American now, even radical. We live too often like water skeeters on the surface of the pond, dropping down for a quick bite of insect or e-mail. Deep is the realm of soul.

But the idea of spending entire days in someone else's office doing someone else's work did not suit my father's soul.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding space,' to quote the late, great Zora Neale Hurston. It

a struggle with perfectionism [which is] the most toxic condition for the soul. The next most toxic is the ensuing and chronic contempt for oneself, the belief that one is secretly defective and less-than. The next is the obsession that one is right and better-than.

In spring, we expand and stretch in all directions. It's green exuberance and giddiness, bright clown colors and Easter colors, too; the rebirth of the tender growing soul.

Where inside them does awe arise? Soul is a place- the innermost Russian nesting doll.

weirdness of Halloween gave birth to November, stately and ponderous, the dramatic darkening in the days. She rested, and tried to dig a deep hole for herself, pull in her soul's cloak around her. The light of December was pinched, and it hung down, glowering and tight, and then rushed toward the winter solstice. The

We have all we need to come through. Against all odds, no matter what we've lost, no matter what messes we've made over time, no matter how dark the night, we offer and are offered kindness, soul, light, and food, which create breath and spaciousness, which create hope, sufficient unto the day.

How come you can hear a chord, and then another chord, and then your heart breaks open?

The wet earth. I did not imagine your death would reconcile me with language, did not imagine soil clinging to the page, black type like birds on a stone sky. That your soul – yes, I use that word – beautiful, could saturate the bitterness from even that fate, not of love but its opposite, all concealed in a reversal of longing.

not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of. It leads not to unification but to fragmentation. It does not bring grace; it destroys the soul.

Charles Morgan describes as "the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still.

The problem is not entirely in finding a room of one's own, the time alone, difficult and necessary as that is. The problem is more how to still the soul in the midst of its activities. In fact, the problem is how to feed the soul.

This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of. It leads not to unification but to fragmentation. It does not bring grace; it destroys the soul.

that inner stillness which Charles Morgan describes as "the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still.

She must find that inner stillness which Charles Morgan describes as "the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still.