Quotes About Soul

He was asked, then, who was this Winged Grief? And Gallan said, 'There is but one left who would dare command me. One who would not weep and yet had taken into his soul a people's sorrow, a realm's sorrow. His name was Silchas Ruin.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief. But there are other anguishes, many others. They unfold as they will, and to dwell within them is to understand nothing.

His wounds now bear scars, and those scars dull all feeling. You may see that as a flaw, but I assure you, just as the body will protect what was damaged, so too will the soul.

An end to my fear of being alone. An end to a soul's solitude, when death at last arrives. There is something in that, something in there, that comforts.

Memories belong in the soil, in stone, in wind. They are the land's unseen meaning, such that touches the souls of all who would look – truly look – upon it.

A soul carries a vessel of courage. It cannot be refilled. Every thing that takes from it leaves less behind.

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom. - The Reve of Fener - Imarak, First Destriant – MoI 657

I greet you as guests and so will not crush the life from you and devour your souls with peals of laughter. No, instead, I will make some tea.' Nimander

Certainty was an illusion, a lie. Fanaticism was poison in the soul, and the first victim in its inexorable, ever-growing list was compassion. Who could speak of freedom, when one's own soul was bound in chains?

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom.

The body will totter past the dead husk of its soul, sometimes for days, sometimes for years.

Bless you, that you not be taken. Bless you, that you begin in your time and that you end in its fullness. Bless you, in the name of the Redeemer, in my name, against the cruel harvesters of the soul, the takers of life. Bless you, that your life and each life shall be as it is written, for peace is born of completion. - Itkovian

She'd forgotten what love could do, as it threaded its roots through her entire soul, as it tugged and pulled at her thoughts, obsession ripening like seductive fruit. She felt only its life, thickening within her, claiming all she was.

The Warrens of Magic dwelt in the beyond. Find the gate and nudge it open a crack. What leaks out is yours to shape. With these words a young woman set out on the path to sorcery. Open yourself to the Warren that comes to you — that finds you. Draw forth its power – as much as your body and soul are capable of containing — but remember, when the body fails, the gate closes.

indeed no virtue of pragmatism was possible in matters of the soul, and might even prove anathema to the very notion of the sacred.

When that which offers blessing predicates such on the absolute obeisance of the supplicant…demands, in fact, the soul's willing enslavement – no, how could such a force stand tall in moral probity?

The terrible agony that had been unleashed here seemed to remain coiled in the air, poised, ready to snatch at his sanity. In self-defense, his soul withdrew, deeper, ever deeper.

Was not love its own shock? A match to that of death? Did it not take the eyes first? Such reverberations as to weaken the bravest man or woman – its trembling echoes never left a mortal soul.

But I understand, now, that the cold and darkness were within me, death's own touch upon my soul.

A soul made weary longed for sordid ends. But a soul at its end longed for all that was past, and so remained trapped in a present filled with regrets.

Should you ever outrun the guilt within your past, Sorceress, you will have outrun your soul. When it finds you again, it will kill you.

Man or woman, disparaging love is a crime of the soul, for which the future will turn away its face.

peace would settle on his soul.

Weariness awaited every unmindful soul, no matter its age, no matter its station.