Quotes About Soul

Naked poetry, always mine, that I have loved my whole life!

False joy, because you are merely in time, as they say, and not in the soul!

Time must have covered it over with roses so it would not be remembered. One particular rose, that has an unexpected magic, on top of each lonely hour of gold or shadows, a place just right to hold painful memories. So that among the divine and joyful climbing roses, scarlet, white, which would leave no room for the past, the soul would be wound into the body.

Mob of beings and things! --A true sadness, because you are really deep in the soul, as they say, not in time at all!

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.

Ese sueño que eres tú todavía dura. Durará siempre, porque siento como que estás dentro de mi sangre y pasas por mi corazón a cada rato.

Real love is not the pretty stuff of the jongleurs. It is a feeling inside that you are one with this man, no matter what he is. Were Travers to sell his soul to the Devil, I would still love him and mayhaps I would bargain for a good price myself.

I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. Charlotte Brontë.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We're the ones who can't forget.

True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

For twas not into my ear you whispered, But into my heart. Twas not my lips you kissed, But my soul.

Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul

It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

There are losses that etch themselves forever, deep into your soul, and losses that can be replaced," he said, very softly. "Peace of mind comes when you learn to tell the two apart.

Don't laugh, the love of books is a charming eccentricity: it is respectable, it is innocent, it proves you have an honest soul, a contented mind. To love books is to renounce games, good eating, useless luxury, horse-racing, political ambition, the pains of love. In his library the bibliophile is King.

The Stoics think that there are no parts or divisions to the human soul, and that it is all rational. (By the soul they mean the item that makes humans live in a characteristically human way.) Emotions are not blind, non-rational forces which can overcome rational resolve; they are themselves a kind of reason which the person determines to act on.

Plato takes the phenomenon of psychological conflict, being torn between two options, to show that the person so torn is not really a unity; he is genuinely torn between the motivational pull of two or more distinct parts of the soul.

You have not truly met someone until you have looked him or her in the eye as a soul with a place in your future.

maestro de almas, escrita por Irène Némirovsky.

Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.

My dear Miss Bridgerton," he said, wiping his eyes, "if you are the soul of kindness and amiability, then the world must be a very dangerous place.