Quotes About Soul

Henry Ford believed the soul of a person is located in their last breath and so captured the last breath of his best friend Thomas Edison in a test tube and kept it evermore.

The man, most man, Works best for men: and, if most man indeed, He gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.

I have wondered at you sometimes, not for daring, but for bearing to trust your noble works into the great mill of the rank, popular playhouse, to be ground to pieces between the teeth of vulgar actors and actresses. I, for one, would as soon have my soul among lions.

"Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death," I said. But thereThe silver answer rang—"Not Death, but Love."

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside me...

The face of all the world is changed, I think Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul.

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne, -- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

If your health should suffer, what grief upon grief to those who grieve already! And besides, we who have to live are not to lie down under the burden. There will be time enough for lying down presently, very soon; and in the meanwhile there is plenty of God's work to do with the body and with the soul, and we have to do it as cheerfully as we can.

Wie ich dich liebe? Lass mich zählen wie. Ich liebe dich so tief, so hoch, so weit, als meine Seele blindlings reicht [...].

In Florence he never goes anywhere, you know; even here this winter he has had too much gloom about him by far. But he looks entirely well — as does Penini. I am weak and languid. I struggle hard to live on. I wish to live just as long as and no longer than to grow in the soul.

Wordsworth is a philosophical and Christian poet, with depths in his soul to which poor Byron could never reach.

Why shouldn't Miss Martineau's apocalyptic housemaid tell us whether Flush has a soul, and what is its 'future destination'? As to the fact of his soul, I have long had a strong opinion on it. The 'grand peut-être,' to which 'without revelation' the human argument is reduced, covers dog-nature with the sweep of its fringes.

She expected some word from the splinters that threaded her soul. Fasaltsen or the wolf. But they were voiceless.

I've no soul to love with, mistress, nor kindness to give. I am of the Fae so old we blur into things that are ancienter still, and I will tell you that there is nothing in me that cares for you.

Tell me nothing in you chafes at the cool certainty of Faerie. That there is no human soul in you, craving touch, craving passion and emotion.

Maybe rebellion had gotten its teeth into her soul.

If I had had a soul it would have quailed.

Most saw those walls as protection from danger, but I had recognized, somewhere deep in my soul, that not all threats came from without.

Inness painted from memory, which is to say that he didn't paint what he saw, but what he remembered. There's a difference. He believed memory was a lens to the soul. It's not the details that matter - the veins on a leaf, say- so much as the implied detail, such as the changing light, the wind, the lone peasant in the distance the sense that something else is going on, some deeper possibilitly ....

Love is the vital essence that pervades and permeates, from the center to the circumference, the graduating circles of all thought and action. Love is the talisman of human weal and woe--the open sesame to every soul.

We come into this world alone, unlike all who have gone before us...Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another.

Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another. No one has ever found two blades of ribbon grass alike, and no one will ever find two human beings alike. Seeing, then, what must be the infinite diversity in human character, we can in a measure appreciate the loss to a nation when any class of people is uneducated and unrepresented in the government.