Quotes About Soul

Language dazzles and deceives because it is masked by faces, because we see it emerging from the lips, because lips please and eyes beguile. But words on paper, black on white, reveal the naked soul.

When he woke up in the darkness of his hot and stuffy room he felt, even before his mind began working again, that painful oppression or malaise of the soul left in us by some grief we have slept on. It seems as though the misfortune which merely grazed us the day before has worked its way during our sleep into our very flesh and is bruising and exhausting it like a fever.

Quantas vezes passamos ao lado de uma felicidade possível, sem darmos por ela, visto que não há quem possa penetrar no mistério dos pensamentos, nos abandonos secretos da vontade, nos apelos mudos da carne, em todo o desconhecido de uma alma de mulher cuja boca permanece silenciosa e o olhar impenetrável e claro?

Tal vez una ráfaga fría al rozarme la piel me ha alterado los nervios y ensombrecido el alma?

peace characteristic of an artist's dwelling, where the human soul has toiled. Within these walls, where thought abides, struggles, and becomes exhausted in

As her figure coarsened, her soul became ever more romantic, and when her corpulence riveted her to her chair, her imagination continued to wander through tender adventures, of which she was the heroine.

Amilyen mértékben dagadt a teste, lelke egyre költÅ'ibben szárnyalt; s amíg az elhájasodott test a karosszék foglya lett, gondolatai érzelmes kalandokat szövögettek, melyeknek hÅ'snÅ'jévé saját magát tette meg. Voltak kedvenc történetei, amiket álomképeiben mindig felidézett, ahogyan a zenélÅ'doboz is végeszakadatlanul ugyanazt a dalt ismétli, ha felhúzzák.

Most elÅ'ször vette észre, hogy két ember sohasem tud egymás lelkéig eljutni, gondolataik legmélyére; hogy egymás mellett járnak, néha egymásba fonódnak, de nem válnak eggyé; hogy erkölcsi lénye mindenkinek magányos marad egész életében.

Tigana, let my memory of you be like a blade in my soul.

We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can't even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]

What cannot letters inspire? They have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart....

Then the resplendent aura of my brother of light drew near and held colloquy with me, soul to soul, with silent and perfect interchange of thought. The hour was one of approaching triumph, for was not my fellow-being escaping at last from a degrading periodic bondage; escaping forever, and preparing to follow the accursed oppressor even unto the uttermost fields of ether, that upon it might be wrought a flaming cosmic vengeance which would shake the spheres?

The only practical effect of having a soul is that it fills man with anthropomorphic and anthropocentric vanities—in brief, with the cocky superstitions that make him disgusting.

Ahora conocía la diabólica fabula que portaba aquel dorado esplendor, ahora evitaba la tétrica luz que antaño admiré con fervor; y un miedo espantoso y mortal ¡Ha apresado mi alma para siempre!

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through.

Could it be that the dream-soul inhabiting this inferior body was desperately struggling to speak things which the simple and halting tongue of dulness could not utter?

Spurred on by a voice which must have come from the hideous soul of the forest, I resolved to enter the beckoning gloom in spite of the ponderous chains which barred my passage.

It isn't so very far from the elevated as distance goes, but it's centuries away as the soul goes.

For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroe and Ophir. He

Alas for him who chafes at soothing ease, And cries for fever'd joys and pains to please: They please a moment, but the pleasure flies, And the rack'd soul, a prey to passion, dies.

I did not shriek, but all the fiendish ghouls that ride the night-wind shrieked for me as in that same second there crashed down upon my mind a single and fleeting avalanche of soul-annihilating memory.

Love did not help. The possibility of love only filled him with despondency and languor, as though he was sick in the soul. If only he had never known Manna; if only ehe could get back into his old rut again; if only he could return to an undisturbed, contented life.

Strange though it may seem, people rarely show such enthusiasm as when they are seeking the proof of a ghost story—the soul gathers all this sort of thing to its hungry bosom.