Quotes About Soul

Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the place of your birth, but the place where you seek rebirth. When you no longer have to remember which tale of your own past is true and which is an invention, when you know that you are an invention, then is the time to seek out your home. Perhaps only when you have come to understand that can you finally reach home.

The kiss....was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul. Chloe

One day, kid, you'll be willing to mortage your fucking soul for somebody.

One day, kid, you'll be willing to mortgage your fucking soul for somebody." "I don't think you should say fucking around me. In case you forgot, I'm only fourteen, And news flash, dude,I've got no soul. There aren't any banks. And there isn't any currency. Ergo. Never. Going. To. Happen." "I'm not sure you could be any more full of yourself." I cut him a smug look. "I'm willing to try.

You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that? - JZB

Does she, like most women, lose a part of her soul in sex? Leave it lying there for the taking? Fuck.

I tasted your blood. I know your fucking soul.

He is so beautiful that he makes a part of my soul weep. I don't understand those tears. They aren't like the ones I cry for Alina. They aren't made of water and salt. I think they're made of blood.

You loved me." It wasn't a question, but he answered it readily. "I do. More than life. My heart. I didn't just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn't live. And I couldn't breathe without you." "Are you a man who has more than one heart?" "Nay. Only this one. But it's bitter and dark now from the pain I've brought you.

Regret is poison that kills the soul.

She's brilliant and kind and has the heart of a warrior but she doesn't have ice and razor blades inside where your soul is supposed to be. She loves. And she doesn't know how to take it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns it into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.

from The Collected Works of Kahlil Gibran. Your children are not your children, They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

If aught must be lost, it will be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, it will be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, it will be my life for yours. I am Given." Smiling

The kiss he gave her was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul, and it was working. Dominant like the man, hungry, demanding. Beckoning forth the secret Chloe that harbored hunger every bit as deep as his. He was a dark, seductive shadow, all around her, and she was drowning in him.

Familiar routine is balm to a fragmented soul.

My tears were involuntary. My soul was leaking.

Does she, like most women, lose a part of her soul in sex?

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier

She's brilliant and kind and has the heart of a warrior but she doesn't have ice and razor blades inside where your soul is supposed to be. She loves. And she doesn't know how to take it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to.

And all the devil ever wants in exchange, a small voice inside her purred caustically, is a soul.

One thing Genevieve had learned was that the people you loved were never lost. They became a permanent part of your soul.

Being a mother is like being a gardener of souls. You tend your children, make sure the light always touches them

Some are called to be gardeners of souls, and she'd tended hers with the blind dedication that accepted the floods and famine along with the sunshine.

Didn't it belong to her just a little bit, not in a material way but in the way a house always belonged to all those who had lived and loved and suffered in it? As if it had kept behind a small part of your soul.