Quotes About Soul

Those that we love, those essential beings...it is as if a huge lump of lead were lain over the soul, such deaths, and where that soul was previously weightless, now is a secret and ruinous burden at the very heart of us. Because a lone person takes great comfort from her people, in the watches of the night, even the memory of them.

I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart.

Martineks äußere Erscheinung war ein Spiegelbild seiner zertrümmerten Seele.

Anxiety eats into the soul and hollows people out from the inside. It also feeds on human time

Anxiety eats into the soul and hollows people out from the inside.

Están pasando por alto el hecho de que el beneficio que le reporta tanto a una nación como a una persona la conquista del mundo entero es mínimo si eso va en perjuicio de su alma y, al mismo tiempo, obvian que no sólo están sacrificándose a sí mismos en favor de su patriotismo (o lo que sea), sino también a su país.

That night, though I was weary with the day, I took to the roof again.... My fingertips rested lightly on the wooden rail. I could not know if stars were equal to each other, but if they were, then the dim ones must be far and farther away, and toward those reaches I hurled my soul.

It was a curious sensation, as if she had never known what it was to feel alive until that moment.

Each time he returned from battle he was a little less himself—and a little bit more at the same time. The experience seemed to both harrow his soul and enrich his understanding of the evils the world held.

Il n'est pas âme qui vive Qui me plaise autant que toi Si tu étais plus naive Je t'apprendrais tout ce que tu sais déja

So what's vodka for" "For the soul. If it's hurting real bad.

Konjak, vino - tako se opija srce." " A votka, za šta je ona?" "Za dušu. Ako je bol neutoljiv.

N?ra ir niekada nebus Rojaus, o tik ledin?s pragaro lygumos, kuriose kiekvien? valand? kaupiasi žemiškojo pasaulio turtai. Šalti ir bežadžiai žmogiškojo gyvenimo krantai, kuriuose viešpatauja ne dvasia, o materija.

Of course we got drunk!" Semyon said. "It's okay to get drunk, Anton. If you need to real bad. Only you have to get drunk on vodka. Cognac and wine—that's all for the heart." "So what's vodka for?" "For the soul. If it's hurting real bad

Sex is not about taking your clothes off; it's about holding another person's soul in your hands.

When we heed the truth about our greatness in him — when we first hear his whispering voice — the Gift of Restlessness stirs in our souls. We sense God calling us to something more, and it resonates inside of us. The Gift of Restlessness is just a manifestation of our deepest purpose. When we start to step into that greatness and walk in our calling, we find what we sought. Or maybe it finds us. In other words, obedience defeats restlessness.

Art is what we call...the thing an artist does. It's not the medium or the oil or the price or whether it hangs on a wall or you eat it. What matters, what makes it art, is that the person who made it overcame the resistance, ignored the voice of doubt and made something worth making. Something risky. Something human. Art is not in the ...eye of the beholder. It's in the soul of the artist.

It was a sort of peace I have rarely enjoyed since. As if we were the only two souls on earth—all of nature ours to enjoy. I wondered why a creator who had dreamt such beauty would have slandered it with such evil. Such grief. Why He had not been content to leave it unspoilt. I still wonder.

It is a strange thing how quickly the body dies. How fragile a force our presence is. In an instant the soul is gone—leaving an empty, insignificant vessel in its stead.

for he saw in Elizabeth's eyes a kind of darkness; a kind of absence-as if her soul had taken leave, so that compassion and warmth could not interfere.

He was a cowboy with the soul of a poet. To this day, he is the most American American I've ever met.

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.

A traditional Muslim would see in the bleakness and ugliness of modern industrial society and the ambiance it creates an outward reflection of the darkness within the souls of men who have created this order and who live in it.