Quotes About Soul

Si no tuviéramos alma, la música nos la hubiera creado

Shakespeare si Dostoievski îÈ›i las? în suflet un regret chinuitor: acela de a nu fi sfânt sau criminal. Cele dou? forme ale autodistrugerii

My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out ... in me anything is possible, for I am he who at the supreme moment, in front of absolute nothingness, will laugh.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

With all due respect to Tertullian, the soul is naturally pagan. Any god at all, when he answers to our immediate needs, represents for us an increase of vitality, a stimulus, which is not the case if he is imposed upon us or if he corresponds to no necessity. Paganism's mistake was to have accepted and accumulated too many of them: it died of generosity and excess of understanding—it died from a lack of instinct.

How difficult it is to dissolve oneself in Being!

All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Forgiveness is not a superglue for broken relationships. It's not an eraser for hurtful remarks or painful memories. And forgiveness doesn't excuse us from having to cope with the consequences of sin in our lives and the lives of others. Forgiveness works, but it works at the soul level, sometimes deeper than we can see. And that is why forgiveness doesn't seem to change anything - at least not right away

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,'Tis all that I implore:In life and death a chainless soul,With courage to endure.

She burned too bright for this world.

Hope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without words And never stops at all.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the words without the tune, and never stops at all.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

Adventure most unto itselfThe Soul condemned to be—Attended by a single HoundIts own identity.