Quotes About Soul

Tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice.

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away.

A long time ago, man would listen in amazement to the sound of regular beats in his chest, never suspecting what they were. He was unable to identify himself with so alien and unfamiliar an object as the body. The body was a cage, and inside that cage was something which looked, listened, feared, thought, and marveled; that something, that remainder left over after the body had been accounted for, was the soul.

The eye: the window to the soul; the center of the face's beauty; the point where a person's identity is concentrated; but at the same time an optical instrument that requires constant washing, wetting, maintenance by a special liquid dosed with salt. So the gaze, the greatest marvel man possesses, is regularly interrupted by a mechanical washing action.

The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice. But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away.

And suddenly something unforgettable occurred: suddenly she felt a desire to go to him and hear his voice, his words. If he spoke to her in a soft, deep voice her soul would take courage and rise to the surface of her body, and she would burst our crying. She would put her arms around him the way she had put her arms around the chestnut tree's thick trunk in her dream.

and she realized that she (her soul) was not at all involved, only her body, her body alone. The body that had betrayed her and that she had sent out into the world among other bodies.

and I felt happy inside these songs (...) where sorrow is not lightness, laughter is not grimace, love is not laughable, and hatred is not timid, where people love with body and solu (...), where they dance in joy...

He considered music a liberating force: it liberated him from loneliness, introversion, the dust of the library; it opened the door of his body and allowed his soul to step out into the world and make friends.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.

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and so the man who called to her was simultaneously a stranger and a member of the secret brotherhood. He called to her in a kind voice, and Tereza felt her soul rushing up to the surface through her blood vessels.

The body was a cage, and inside that cage was something which looked, listened, feared, thought, and marveled; that something, that remainder left over after the body had been accounted for, was the soul

Lermontov became a soldier, escaping from her grandmother and her troublesome love. He exchanged the pen, which is the key to one's soul, for a pistol, which is the key to the gates of the world.

And I felt fear. Fear of that bleak horizon, fear of that destiny. I felt my soul shriveling, I felt it retreating, and I was frightened by the thought that it could not escape its encirclement.

when it's a question of wahre Liebe, true love, the beloved hardly matters.

She saw her soul shinning through the features on her face.

Y un día, al salir del trabajo, no fue a su casa, sino que salió de la ciudad. No veía nada a su alrededor, no sabía si era verano, otoño o invierno, si caminaba por la orilla del mar o junto al muro de una fábrica; hacía ya mucho que no vivía en el mundo; su único mundo era su alma.

y, si caminaba, caminaba sólo porque el alma, llena de intranquilidad, exige movimiento y no es capaz de permanecer en el mismo sitio, porque cuando no se mueve empieza a doler terriblemente.

Now we can understand the meaning of Tereza's secret vice, her long looks and frequent glances in the mirror. It was a battle with her mother. It was a longing to be a body unlike other bodies, to find that the surface of her face reflected the crew of the soul charging up from below. It was not an easy task: her soul – her sad, timid, self-effacing soul – lay concealed in the depths of her bowels and was ashamed to show itself.

Since its beginnings, Western music is bound, by an insurmountable convention, to the need to express subjectivity. It stands against the harsh sound of the outside world just as the sensitive soul stands against the insensibility of the universe.

Bilo je uzaludno razumom napadati ?vrste bedeme iracionalnih osje?aja od kojih je, kažu, umiješana ženska duša. Naš je razgovor od samog po?etka dobio loš predznak.

Sabe que só o abraço da morte pode apaziguá-lo, esse abraço que ele preencherá com o corpo todo e com a alma inteira e onde enfim achará a sua grandeza; sabe que só a morte pode vingá-lo e acusar de assassínio os que o escarnecem.

Quello che l'attirava verso lo specchio non era la vanità bensì la meraviglia di vedere il proprio io. Dimenticava che stava guardando il quadro di comando dei meccanismi del corpo. Credeva di vedere la sua anima che le si rivelava nei tratti del suo viso. Dimenticava che il naso non è che l'estremità di un tubo che porta aria ai polmoni. In esso vedeva l'espressione fedele del proprio carattere.