Quotes About Soul

I think the damned souls in hell must spend half their time wondering what it was that they really meant to do.

I'd performed numerous calculations on the abacus of my soul concerning the price of the room and the loveliness of the slipper tub.

The bed of a tortured soul is always in shambles by morning.

I have found heaven on earth, since heaven is God, and God is in my soul.

It seems to me that I have found my Heaven on earth, since Heaven is God, and God is [in] my soul.3 The day I understood that, everything became clear to me. I would like to whisper this secret to those I love so they too might always cling to God through everything,

Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, et ut soles, dabis iocos. Little wandering soul, Guest and companion of my body, Where are you going to now? Away, into bare, bleak places, Never again to share a joke.

By the shore at night the vague tumultuous sphere, swayed by an influence mightier than itself, gave voice, which drew my soul to utter speech for speech.

A person gets tired. The mind or the soul or whatever word we have for whatever is not just the body gets tired, and this, I have decided, is—usually, mostly—nature helping us. I was getting tired. I think—but I don't know—that he was getting tired too.

It is true she doesn't exercise, her cholesterol is sky-high. But all that is only a good excuse, hiding how it's her soul, really, that is wearing out.

Come se l'anima potesse far silenzio in quei momenti.

It was shame that swiped across her soul, like these windshield wipers before her: two large black long fingers, relentless and rhythmic in their chastisement.

King is delighted. He ask one old woman walking by if she wasn't too old for this, ask her if her feet not tired. My feet is tired she say, but my soul is rested.

Plotinus was also the most relentlessly antimaterialist thinker in history. He taught his disciples that everything we see or imagine to be real is actually only a series of faded images of a higher realm of pure ideas and pure spirit, intelligible only to the soul. According to his student Porphyry of Tyre, he was even sorry that his soul had to live inside a physical body.

They stand as living proof of Marshal Ferdinand Foch's words "The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

Aristotle's version of Plato's God is pure nous, or pure thought. The human soul is not; it includes other faculties or powers, like the senses and the passions. But there is still enough nous left to figure out what is going on.

a single ideal of perfection, which is impossible to know through our senses, but is knowable through the soul of reason. If we can concentrate our minds instead on that higher standard, or what Socrates calls the Idea or Form of that virtue, defined as Courage or Beauty or Justice in Itself—or even Goodness, which is the highest Form of all, setting the standard of perfection for all the rest—then true wisdom will be ours.

And in the middle is man, the highest and most rational of material beings but also the lowest of the spiritual beings, "the boundary line of things corporeal and incorporeal." Human beings occupy a crucial place in Aquinas's ordered nature. They are the one material being gifted with a soul. They are also the one spiritual being gifted with a mind, meaning an active intelligence ready to take on the challenges the material world offers.

Above all, he seems to have taken from Socrates the notion that man's freedom depends completely on the state of our soul, not on some physical or material condition; and on our capacity to endure adversity and to be indifferent to our outward fate.

The Sermon on the Mount, the third-century Christian Apologist Irenaeus told listeners, takes over where Plato's dialogues left off. Every Christian would realize the elusive goal that Plotinus was seeking in vain: the joyful reunion of the soul with God. He or she could confidently say with Paul, "O Death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" and hear the answer echo all the way back to Socrates's prison cell.

Socrates had just smiled and shook his head. To break the law, he told Crito, even a law that he knew was unjust, would be wrong. As he told his disciples many times, "one must not do wrong even when one is wronged."3 By doing wrong, a man did injury to his soul. Doing right, by contrast, makes his soul healthy and strong. A life of virtue is a life without compromise, Socrates believed, in which the goal is perfection according to an eternal standard.

As David Hume explained, "The mind of man is subject to certain unaccountable terrors and apprehensions, proceeding from the unhappy situation of private or public affairs, from ill health, from a gloomy and melancholy disposition. In such a state of mind, where real objects of terror are wanting, the soul … finds imaginary ones, to whose power and malevolence it sets no limits.

The example of Saint Socrates, as Erasmus once called him, would gently lead everyone to see that the soul's highest goal is wisdom and that the "philosophy of Christ" (philosophia Christi) is the highest form of wisdom there is.

What Ficino had proved (or at least seemed to prove) was that there was no real clash between Christian and pagan systems of theology. In the end, they arose from the same source: the soul's love of beauty and perfection and its relentless aspiration for knowledge of God and therefore of ourselves.