Quotes About Soul

God would turn the world around to find suffering in order to give it to a soul upon whom He has set His Divine gaze with ineffable love.

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

Death in love is the beginning of a eternal life ! Just make your soul free .

Love #music. It will #love you back.

The soul yearns to fly home on the wings of love to the world of ideas. It longs to be freed from the chains of the body.

I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.

Bread and books: food for the body and food for the soul - what could be more worthy of our respect, and even love?

To become attached to the experience of peace is to threaten the true and essential and vital union of our soul with God above sense and experience in the darkness of a pure and perfect love.

This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.

Following the path of love is always your soul's true desire.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as Hell. Death separates the soul from the body, but love separates all things from the soul.

All because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal

In love's country, language doesn't have its place. Love is mute.

There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in love.

Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.

When we love the stars light up, the wrong becomes undone. Naturally, my soul surrenders.

If Christ be anything he must be everything. O rest not till love and faith in Jesus be the master passions of your soul!

It's true. All the money, all the power—none of it compares to a good book. A book gives you everything. It gives you a window into other souls, other worlds. The world is a door. Books are the key.

His painter's eye and his deviant soul told him the girl was the one to watch of this pair.

Why should the disseizin of his soul have seemed shameful to him? He had had no soul till it passed out of his keeping.

And was it not clear now that the absorbing need in her soul, the need to love, would never—except for a brief while, now and then, and by an unfortunate misunderstanding—be fulfilled?

The dandy must be celibate, cloistral; is, indeed, but a monk with a mirror for beads and breviary—an anchorite, mortifying his soul that his body may be perfect.

Perhaps, had Byron not been a dandy—but ah, had he not been in his soul a dandy there would have been no Byron worth mentioning.

Peerless, he was irresponsible—the captain of his soul, the despot of his future.