Quotes About Soul

In her heart, she felt she was caught in the lull between tides. The waves had crashed over her on their journey to the land, but they had not yet receded. The ebbing tide had slithered past her on the dragon rock, silently, without waking her. In this way, her soul was still surrounded by water. She was stranded on the island, with no safe passage to shore.

This was a time of power; he could feel it vibrating in the air around him. The soul of the boy burned with a white luminance within the church. Soon, it would blaze like a beacon fire.

We have yearned for one another because we are just parts of a sundered soul. The soul is big, so big. Perhaps it belongs to a fragmented god, and there may be good reason why it fragmented. I don't know.

Listen, then, for I am a soulscaper and have the gift of the story tongue.

I have never beheld a youth so pale and lovely. Such magic must refresh your very soul.

Perceiving interconnectedness between all living things, the ancient Taps believed that every individual was somehow linked through the abstract country of the soulscape.

All the oldsters present were watching Peveral Othman with greedy, inquisitive eyes. He acknowledged each of them with eye contact, knowing that to risk more would prove to be a waste of his energy. Just the slightest touch could set them off, sucking and starving at his soul.

Sofia's freezing embrace filled him with a delicious terror. He was helpless in her arms. He could feel the tentacles of her greedy soul caressing his heart, a sensation so intoxicating he felt sure he would die in the terror of this dark ecstacy.

I could tell that the lady's pain was condensing hard within every eloim heart, as we smiled and nodded at our friends, talking in voices that barely shook, of the capricious bent of the artistic soul.

Your soul is old, Daniel, yet irrespressibly young. Stay by your master, for he needs you.

Surely a freed soul could only be joyful and wild; this was a being filled with anxiety and dread.

May the Old Ones forgive me, but as the leagues rolled past our carriage windows, the pleasure of the hunt came over me too and I reverted to a forgotten farmer wildness. Eventually, I no longer had to force myself to kill. And yet, at the time, I could not find the will to be ashamed of it, which means I must accept that this cruel greed is a part of me, thankfully hidden in the regulated, civilised world of Sacramante, but always present in the deepest corners of my souls.

The actress found an ally who could help her net her wayward soul and she traveled soul and she traveled to a ruined city, where Hadith, as the breeze sang sweet melodies that wooed the soul to earth.

I saw myself down there. Naked. Myself, but somehow lighter, more golden.

Beth was still eager to continue as he was enjoying our travels immensely. I think this was because his creative soul had opened up like a sunflower away from Sacramante. As he feasted on the sweet ichor of the Taps, it seemed their mystic lifeblood flowed into his fingers, summoning marvelous scenes from the soulscape.

Beth asked me to choose a soul to sup, and I picked a radiant bloom, one whose eyes had followed us across the room, one who wanted us to have him.

You come in rags of the soul: a broken company and a disillusioned priestess. Barefoot you come to the mountain and showed your innermost selves to it. Whether you know so or not, you come with good intention.

Lead her. Guide her. Oh, it will be our privelege, sweet child. I am breathless before the beauty of her naked soul.

It was the cry of someone who'd looked in the abyss, someone who had previously not even known the abyss existed. It was the sound of a soul tearing.

Listen, then, for I am a soulscapter and have the gift of the story tongue.

We will never be happy until we make God the source of our fulfillment and the answer to our longings. He is the only one who should have power over our souls.

How you respond to the enemy of your soul determines whether his plan for your life or God's plan for your life is realized.

Though his rivals at the competition were well trained, there was something different about Van's art. For many in the audience it represented the face of freedom. Performing under the auspices of a repressive regime and before an intimidating jury of some of the world's greatest musicians, he seemed to answer to no authority other than the shifting tides of his own soul. The mere act of hearing him became liberating. When

The day was dark as a lawyer's soul.