Quotes About Soul

Keep your heart and your soul eager to learn, and the world of Spirit will welcome you and your path as you walk between the worlds

The friendship of Shostakovich cast a brilliant light over my whole life and whose spiritual qualities captured my soul once and for all time.

Y aun no se me figura que me toca aqueste oficio solamente en vida, mas con la lengua muerta y fría en la boca pienso mover la voz a ti debida; libre mi alma de su estrecha roca, por el Estigio lago conducida, celebrando t'irá, y aquel sonido hará parar las aguas del olvido.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

But somewhere, a child surprises himself with his endurance, his quick mind, his dexterous hands. Somewhere a child accomplishes with ease that which usually takes great effort. And this child, who has been blind to his past, but his heart still beats for the thrill of the race, this child's soul awakens. And a new champion walks among us.

So what if man's body evolved from the monkeys? Whether he came from monkeys or fish is unimportant. The important idea is that when the body became "human" enough, the first human soul slipped into it.

I've always felt almost human. I've always known that there's something about me that's different than other dogs. Sure, I'm stuffed into a dog's body, but that's just the shell. It's what's inside that's important. The soul. And my soul is very human.

But that day I was anxious. I was nervous and worried, uneasy and distracted. I paced around and never felt settled. I didn't care for the sensation, yet I realized it was possibly a natural progression of my evolving soul, and therefore I tried my best to embrace it.

When a dog dies, his soul is released to run until he is ready to be reborn

My soul has learned what it came to learn, and all the other things are just things. We can't have everything we want. Sometimes, we simply have to believe.

What can I do but force myself to remember? Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind. Carry it so deeply in the pockets of my existence that when I open my eyes and look down at my new hands with their thumbs that are able to close tightly around their fingers, I will already know. I will already see.

We are all connected -- I believed it then and believe it still now -- at least in an energetic sense. And who's to say this energy is not real? We can't see gravity, either, yet we don't deny it. We can't see magnetism, yet we don't question its forcefulness. So, why, then, when people -- spiritual people -- talk about a force of substance that binds us all, that unites us all -- when these people talk about souls -- why do we dismiss them as charlatans?

Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind.

The rain has been incessant. It feeds my soul. I feel that it washes over my body, and a part of me drips into the soil with the rain, and a part of me becomes the soil and is drank into the roots of these trees and I have become one with them.

no entiendo por qué la gente insiste en enfrentar el concepto de evolución con el de creación. ¿Cómo no se dan cuenta de que espiritualidad y ciencia son una misma cosa? Los cuerpos evolucionan, las almas evolucionan, y el universo es un lugar fluido que une ambos fenómenos en un maravilloso paquete que se llama ser humano. ¿Qué tiene de malo esa idea?

Hands are the windows to a man's soul.

Ayrton Senna. He was admired, loved, cheered, honored, respected. In life as well as in death. A great man, he. A great man, he was. A great man, he will be. He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

She died that night. Her last breath took her soul; I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she breathed out and then she had no more needs. She was released from her body and, being released, she continued her journey elsewhere. High in the heavens where soul material gathers and plays out all our dreams and joys.

What can I do to force myself to remember? Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind. Carry it so deeply in the pockets of my existence.

I remember! This documentary said that after a dog dies, his soul is released into the world around us. His soul is released to run in the wild, run through the fields, enjoy the earth, the wind, the rivers, the rain, the sun, the… It's okay… They will see.

Whether he came from monkeys or fish is unimportant. The important idea is that when the body became "human" enough, the first human soul slipped into it. I

However, I don't understand why people insist on pitting the concepts of evolution and creation against each other. Why can't they see that spiritualism and science are one? That bodies evolve and souls evolve and the universe is a fluid place that marries them both in a wonderful package called a human being.

The world turns and the world spins, the tide runs in and the tide runs out, and there is nothing in the world more beautiful and more wonderful in all its evolved forms than two souls who look at each other straight on.

The world turns and the world spins, the tide runs in and the tide runs out, and there is nothing in the world more beautiful and more wonderful in all its evolved forms than two souls who look at each other straight on. And there is nothing more woeful and soul-saddening than when they are parted. Turner knew that everything in the world rejoices in the touch, and everything in the world laments in the losing.