Quotes About Soul

All I have to do is to look at you to know that with you, I am going to soak my soul

Me basta mirarte para saber que con vos me voy a empapar el alma.

Las palabras nunca alcanzan cuando lo que hay que decir desborda el alma

Qué clase de paseo va a ser éste si me basta mirarte para saber que con vos me voy a empapar el alma, que se me va a meter el agua por el pescuezo y que los cafés olerán a humedad y casi seguro habrá una mosca en el vaso de vino?

me es amargo entrar en un ámbito donde alguien que vive bellamente lo ha dispuesto todo como una reiteración visible de su alma

Amor, ceremonia ontologizante, dadora de ser.

Un soir, l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles»

quiero decir otra cosa, casi inasible: que el "alma" (mi yo-no-uñas) es el alma de un cuerpo que no existe. El alma empujó quizá al hombre en su evolución corporal, pero está cansada de tironear y sigue sola adelante. Apenas da dos pasos se rompe el alma ay porque su verdadero cuerpo no existe y la deja caer plaf. La pobre se vuelve a casa, etc., pero esto no es lo que yo. En fin.

Un soir, l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles»

animula vagula blandula.

dejame ver algún día como ven tus ojos.

Música, melancólico alimento del alma para los que vivimos de amor.

Música! Melancólico alimento para los que vivimos de amor.

Pero de todas maneras no había viajado, y era como una piedra negra en el medio de su alma

All too often people forget that spirituality is essentially a way of life and that its measure does not consist of notions, theories, and ideas that have been stored in one's head. Spirituality is actually what has been successfully actualized and translated into a sense of superiority which is experienced inside by the soul, and a noble demeanor, which is expressed in the body.

The dignity a god enjoys on earth is splendid, but hard to achieve for the weak. Only he who sets his soul on this objective, is worthy to become a king.' The ruler appears as a "follower of the discipline that is practiced by those who are gods among men.

All of Western tradition, from the late bloom of the British Empire right through the early doom of Vietnam, dictates that you do something spectacular and irreversible whenever you find yourself in or whenever you impose yourself upon a wholly unfamiliar situation belonging to somebody else. Frequently it's your soul or your honor or your manhood, or democracy itself, at stake.

Magic, miracles and messages abound when you step into the inner sanctuary of your special self.

nunca se puede escapar. Jamás. La única salida está por dentro.

There was so much feeling in the world. So much sadness. So much longing. So much joy. Everything had a soul. The petals of flowers. The mice of the field. The clouds and rain and the bare limbs of trees. All

He knew what he'd see; one more slack face, one more pair of eyes that had barely learned to read, one more soul that had stared into itself too long.

There was one world, of flesh and blood and bone, but also another—a deeper reality that ordinary people could glimpse only fleetingly, if at all. A world of souls, both the living and the dead, in which time and space, memory and desire, existed in a purely fluid state, the way they did in dreams.

She was Amy, and she was forever. She was one of Twelve and also the other, the one above and behind, the Zero. She was the Girl from Nowhere, the One Who Walked In, who lived a thousand years; Amy of Multitudes, the Girl with the Souls Inside Her. She was Amy. She was Amy. She was Amy.

A thousand recollected lives were passing through her, a thousand thousand stories—of love and work, of parents and children, of duty and joy and grief. Beds slept in and meals eaten, and the bliss and pain of the body, and a view of summer leaves from a window on a morning it had rained; the nights of loneliness and the nights of love, the soul in its body's keeping always longing to be known. She