Quotes About Soul

Do you remember what Darwin says about music? He claims that the power of producing and appreciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhaps that is why we are so subtly influenced by it. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.

By my soul! I would rather have a dry death, quoth Sir Oliver. Though, Mort Dieu! I have eaten so many fish that it were but justice that the fish should eat me.

you remember what Darwin says about music? He claims that the power of producing and appreciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhaps that is why we are so subtly influenced by it. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.

It is just all the difference between happiness and misery, said Challenger with an abstracted face, still patting his wife's hand. You can swim with the tide and have peace in mind and soul, or you can thrust against it and be bruised and weary. This business is beyond us, so let us accept it as it stands and say no more.

Brain, character, soul - only as one sees more of life does one understand how distinct each is.

La última vez que había cometido ese error con una mujer le había costado el alma.

Where I am always thou art. Thy image lives within my heart

If it makes you feel better, I don't feed on humans. For some reason, it did make her feel better to hear him say that. not that she believed it. But still, it was a little reassuring. So, you're like Angel? He rolled his eyes at her. You watch way too much television, he muttered. Then louder, he said, Angel has a soul. I don't.

I ran then, following the power, ran with joy and a wild, winging certainty, right into the hearth of everything I loved. And there was no earth, no cold, no dust, nor stones nor water rushing past; but only this joy, this singing, awesome flight straight into the soul of God. Into fire.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

You can know who a person is simply by staring into their eyes.

The sight of one's own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward--that's why they've been give bodies, to hide their souls.

To learn what we fear is to learn who we are. Horror defines our boundaries and illuminates our souls.

unknowns—all the things that transcended understanding, the miracles that pervaded individual lives and stretched back to a majesty spoken into existence, to a sacrifice that continued to resonate within our souls thousands of years later. A sacrifice based on adoption: he chose us, he loved us, then he died for the worst within us.

The dream is the liberation of the spirit from the pressure of external nature, a detachment of the soul from the fetters of matter.

Nuestra alma no es una unidad pacífica, autorregulada. Ella es, antes bien, comparable a un Estado moderno, en el que una chusma ansiosa de placer y de destrucción tiene que ser sojuzgada por una clase superior y más juiciosa

la civilización todavía no ha sido capaz de difundirse en las almas de la mayoría de los hombres sin una acumulación explosiva de energías destructoras.

Schubert, for instance, claims: "The dream is the liberation of the spirit from the pressure of external nature, a detachment of the soul from the fetters of matter.

His heart sang in his breast; his soul felt like a bride in the arms of the bridegroom. He realized full well that this would not last. No man could live on earth in this manner for long. And he had received each hour of that bright springtime like a pledge—a merciful promise that would strengthen his endurance when the skies darkened over him and the road led down into a dark ravine, through roaring rivers and cold snowdrifts.

Kristin. You cannot settle for anything less than the love that is between God and the soul.

In her soul, sin continued to exist, like roots of a weed intertwined in the soil. It no longer blossomed or flared up or smelled fragrant, but it was still there in the soil.

Behind the commandment lay also a care for the slayer—the slayer also exposed his soul to many kinds of evil powers, which now found occasion for sudden assaults.

John Ruskin once noted that "to paint water in all its perfection is as impossible as to paint the soul.

Primitive people alienate themselves in their mana, their totem; civilized people in their individual souls, their egos, their names, their possessions, and their work: here is the first temptation of inauthenticity.