Quotes About Soul

She was tattooed on every part of his body. Deeper, in his heart, his very soul. A permanent brand that would never wear off.

He told me of his desire for us to reside at McInnis Keep for half the year. She glanced anxiously up at him. Do you mind? He stopped and turned to face her, gathering he hands in his. Genevieve, I would agree to six months in hell if it meant being with you. Her cheeks warmed and she smiled, joy spreading like wildfire through her soul. Well, I hope you don't think six months at McInnis Keep is akin to hell, she teased. If I'm with you, anywhere is heaven.

I'll never ask for something you can't give, Serena mine. I only want what you freely offer. I only want you. With me, belonging to me. Me protecting you, cherishing you, honoring you with my every breath, with my body, my soul and my heart. What we have isn't fantasy. You may have convinced yourself that it isn't real, but it doesn't get any more real than what we've shared.

I love you, lass. There is not a single part of my heart or soul that you do not own.

When you come, I have your eyes.

Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when re alities are melting from me like the shadows which I now dis miss, still find thee near me . . . David Copperfield to Agnes, Charles Dickens

I thought about telling him the truth: 'Oh, nothing. Just having my soul exorcised so I can roam around purgatory, looking for the ghost of the dead cowboy who used to live in my bedroom.

Exit our Miss Mel. Exit Friend Tim. When I glanced over my shoulder, Max Friedlander had disappeared—a remarkable feat, considering that there was nowhere on that side of the hole for him to go except into the Chronicle building. But he can't have gone in there. His soul would have been ripped instantly from his body while demons sucked out his life force.

It's about the person's soul, Lizzie, not the parts they have on the outside. You know that." I'd nodded. Because that's true. At least, that's how it's supposed to be.

Music took her somewhere, and I used to wonder where. I thought it was dumb, the way she lived for a collection of sounds, for someone else's words and notes.

When the Soul wants to experience something she throws out an image in front of her and then steps into it.

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.

A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don't know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox's or bear's, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there.

Jill has beauty, sophistication, depth and soul, besides having a remarkable singing voice, how does that compare to Mo'nique?" Wade said angrily.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours." —Jack Force

Letting the moon's silver light baptize them as the other half of her soul came sliding home. At last.

Map Your Own Journey Go on your own journey. Don't let others hold you back; don't hold them back. Don't judge their journey, and don't let them judge yours. All persons are free to have the experiences their souls lead them to.

We've realized that women have souls, and men have feelings.

Enough is enough. It's time to stop running. I miss myself. I want to get comfortable in my own skin. I want my soul back. I want to go home.

Denial is the shock absorber for the soul. It is an instinctive and natural reaction to pain, loss and change. It protects us, It wards off the blows of the life until we can gather our other coping resources.

In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me. And therefore three cheers for Nantucket; and come a stove boat and stove body when they will, for stave my soul, Jove himself cannot.

Parents always know what strings control your heart and soul. After all, they are the ones who tied them there.

There is a kind of laughter that sickens the soul. Laughter when it is out of control: when it screams and stamps its feet, and sets the bells jangling in the next town. Laughter in all its ignorance and its cruelty. Laughter with the seed of Satan in it. It tramples upon shrines; the belly-roarer. It roars, it yells, it is delirious: and yet it is as cold as ice. It has no humour. It is naked noise and naked malice.

Folks from the backwoods were certain about two things: that every human soul needed to be free and that the responsibility of being free required one to be a person of integrity, a person who lived in such a way that there would always be congruency between what one thinks, says, and does.