Quotes About Soul

Love someone for the beat of their heart and the sound of their soul" ~ Silra

His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo.

Love is a beautiful burn in the quiet corner of the heart that will not be ignored.

Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul's journeying.

They say love is all about raging hormones. For me, it's mind's way of breaking through its self-imposed limitations in order to set the eternally ecstatic soul free.

Love yourself enough to take care of your health of mind, body, and soul as a top priority, then you'lll be fit to face anything.

Don't look for the ninety percent of the darkness in a person's soul. Look for the ten percent of light they have left, then lend them yours because light was meant to be shared.

YOU ARE THE MASTER OF YOUR FATE, THE CAPTAIN OF YOUR SOUL, BECAUSE… When Henley wrote the prophetic lines, I am the Master of my Fate, I am the Captain of my Soul, he should have informed us that we are the Masters of our Fate, the Captains of our Souls, because we have the power to control our thoughts.

you can lay your finger on the particular group of principles which made Henry Ford rich, you can equal his achievements in almost any calling for which you are suited. You are "the Master of Your Fate, the Captain of Your Soul" When poet William Ernest Henley wrote the prophetic lines, "I am the Master of my Fate, I am the Captain of my Soul," he should have informed us that we are the Masters of our

Work destroys your soul by stealthily invading your brain during the hours not officially spent working; be selective about professions.

Had Prozac been available last century, Baudelaire's "spleen," Edgar Allan Poe's moods, the poetry of Sylvia Plath, the lamentations of so many other poets, everything with a soul would have been silenced. …

Which brings us to the existential aspect of randomness. If you are not a washing machine or a cuckoo clock—in other words, if you are alive—something deep in your soul likes a certain measure of randomness and disorder.

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

I sometimes fancy, said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.

Yet those same bleared optics had a strange, penetrating power, when it was their owner's purpose to read the human soul.

Unable to penetrate to the secret place of his soul where his motives lay hidden, he believed that a supernatural voice had called him onward, and that a supernatural power had obstructed his retreat.

What can a ruined soul, like mine, effect towards the redemption of other souls??—or a polluted soul towards their purification?

Here, she said to herself, had been the scene of her guilt, and here should be the scene of her earthly punishment; and so, perchance, the torture of her daily shame would at length purge her soul, and work out another purity than that which she had lost: more saint-like, because the result of martyrdom.

Lost as my own soul is, I would still do what I may die other human souls!

You, Sir, of all men whom I have known, are he whose body is the closest conjoined, and imbued, and identified, so to speak, with the spirit whereof it is the instrument.

Yet those same bleared optics had a strange, penetrating power, when it was their owner's purpose to read the human soul.

It must suffice, that, though my form be absent, my inner man goes constantly to church, while many, whose bodily presence fills the accustomed seats, have left their souls at home.

It is as clear to me as sunshine–were there any in the sky–that the greatest possible stumbling-blocks in the path of human happiness and improvement, are these heaps of bricks, and stones, consolidated with mortar, or hewn timber, fastened together with spike-nails, which men painfully contrive for their own torment, and call them house and home! The soul needs air; a wide sweep and frequent change of it.

Why dost thou smile so at me?" inquired Hester, troubled at the expression of his eyes. "Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the forest round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul?" "Not thy soul," he answered, with another smile. "No, not thine!