Quotes About Soul

The exquisitely bad is as satisfying to the soul as the exquisitely good. Only the mediocre is unendurable.

One of the proofs of the immortality of the soul is that myriads have believed it. They also believed the world was flat.

The man who speaks an injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do otherwise, should reflect that that sort of a soul is not strictly worth saving. The

he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He

He knows that in the whole history of the race of men no single great and high and beneficent thing was ever done for the souls and bodies, the hearts and the brains, of the children of this world, but a Mugwump started it and Mugwumps carried it to victory. And their names are the stateliest in history: Washington, Garrison, Galileo, Luther, Christ. Loyalty to petrified opinions never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul in this world--and never will.

Presently the yellow-jacked handed the half dime back to me and told me I ought to keep my money in my pocket-book instead of in my soul, and then I wouldn't get it cramped and shriveled up so!

For when a man's soul is starving, what does he care for meat and roof so he can but get that nobler hunger fed?

The man who speaks an injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do otherwise, should reflect that that sort of a soul is not strictly worth saving.

I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.

He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.

Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything. We could build ourselves a heaven. But why? We were Heaven already. Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L. That which would outlast V.E.M., outlast The Verse, outlast death. But it was impossible. Or we were too late. Though still the H.O.L.Y. tried. And built Hell instead.

Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind.

Somewhere inside her were the souls of words. They climbed out and stood beside her.

I walked in, loosened his soul, and carried it gently away.

I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

His soul sat up. It met me.Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go of course, but I will come'.

Lastly, the Hubermanns. Hans. Papa. He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kind of souls always do--the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, I know who you are and I am ready. Not that i want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light becausre more of them have been put out............ Lisel. His soul whispered it as I carried him.

death is speacking : please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary poisoned cheeks.I listened to their last gasping cries.Their french words.I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

Some people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

Earlier, I'd held her papa in one arm and her mama in the other. Each soul was so soft.

You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.