Quotes About Soul

The absence within you, Icarium, is both blessing and curse - you do understand that, don't you?" "There is no blessing in that absence. All that I have done cannot demand its rightful price. Cannot mark my soul. And so I remain unchanging, forever naïve—" "Innocent—" "No, not innocent. There is nothing exculpatory in ignorance, Taralack Veed.

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?

that is the journey of your life, godling, to learn the language of your soul, to learn it to learn it even as you live it.

The sorrow in his soul had begun to taste sour. Aged and dissolute, moments from crumbling. He did not know what would come in its wake. Resignation, as might find a fatally ill man in his last days? Or just an exultant eagerness to see it all end? At the moment, even despair seemed too much effort.

Damaged children know only despair. When they are grown into adults, that despair lies at the core of all that they do. It shapes their lives. It makes monsters of men and women who in turn perpetuate the cycle of despair with all the victims within their reach. Often, those victims are their own children.' She turned to look up at Kolo. 'This must be forgiven. All must be forgiven. To live the life of a victim is to be trapped inside despair, and no soul deserves that.

So much had changed inside him. He was no believer in causes, not any more. 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?

He understands that there are wounds in the soul that must not be touched; but there are others that warm to the caress.

Only a soul that has surrendered utterly gives up on notions of redemption.

your scars burn bright on your soul

What gesture will you make, to announce to all the true colour of your soul? How long will we all wait for you to find your courage?

And Karsa Orlong did not press, revealing his clear understanding that a soul could bleed from unseen places and often all that kept a mortal going depended on avoiding such places.

If gods could truly offer up a simple world, would not every mortal soul fall to its knees?

Vengeance belonged to the young, after all. The time when emotions burned hottest, when life was sharp enough to cut, fierce enough to sear the soul.

A crowded soul, captain, is a place of shadows and gloom. Scour it clean, and nothing will remain to block the light.

All life is sorcery. In its very essence, the soul is magical, and each process of chemistry, of obeisance and cooperation, of surrender and of struggle—at every scale conceivable—is a consort of sorcery.

There must be the hope … the hope for balance. In my soul.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

We may never say, "I was looking for God, and I found him." We may only ever testify, "I was not looking for any God other than myself—and he found me." You did not work it out. Our seeking never does. He sought you out and he saved your soul, and this is the testimony we all share.

Because a sermon is simply an overflow of a preacher's life, the man of God must prepare his heart well. A sermon rises no higher than a preacher's soul before God.

A soul is only set free when it becomes constrained by the bonds of love.

God can handle all your needs, mend the heart that hurts and bleeds, give the lonely something true that changes lives and makes them new. Jesus heals the fractured soul, makes it breathe, makes it whole, gives us hope when hope is gone, breaks the darkness, offers dawn, to all who follow, all who dare— the door is open, love is there.

The soul of the diligent is made fat" (Proverbs 13:4).

Most people live in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make use of a very small portion of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger.

There is a despair that goes deeper than existence; it runs to the marrow of consciousness, to the seat of the soul.