Quotes About Soul

It is not for my sake only, but for humans and Carpathians alike. This child must live, Shea," he reiterated. "She must." Shea clearly felt the warning, the plea from his otherwise damned soul. This child was his only hope.

As we are in life; we are in death. Life to life soul to soul life to life

Sivamet --my love. You are sívam és sielam --my heart and soul," Mikhail whispered softly.

Jacques stroked back her bright hair, kissed her eyelids, her high cheekbones, the corners of her mouth. Every inch of her was his, and he worshipped it tenderly. When at last his body took possession of hers, her eyes held the same message as his, her soul branded forever with his name, his touch.

I love you, Mikhail, all of you, even the beast in you.

Mikhail took her hand, pressed a kiss in the exact center of her palm, slipped her hand beneath his shirt, and held it over his steadily beating heart. "Look beyond my skin, Raven. Look into my heart and soul. Merge your mind with mine, see me for what I am. Know me for who I am.

The lost soul whose heart reaches out to grasp love While his arms were forced through precedent to hang lifeless Whose very soul cries out to a love that cannot be returned Where can a substitute, a partial relief be found? How can a futureless life go on? Yet, it does. Year after year, the body lives, while the soul dies.

Some people say it is a shame. Others even imply that it would have been better if the baby had never been created. But the short time I had with my child is precious to me. It is painful to me, but I still wouldn't wish it away. I prayed that God would bless us with a baby. Each child is a gift, and I am proud that we cooperated with God in the creation of a new soul for all eternity. Although not with me, my baby lives.

Look at the photographs of Hitler at Nuremberg two years ago, the deadness behind the eyes that denies humanity, just as it betrays the true darkness of the soul.' May

Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and—since there is no other metaphor—also the soul.

During all this I never quite lost the surreal sense that I had become in some way a pro-government dissident and that of all the paradoxes of my little life this might have to register as the most acute one. ... For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

The Soul of Man Under Socialism, the most brilliant line of which says that it is capitalism that lays upon men "the sordid necessity of living for others." Robert Tressell's novel The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1914) is the only rival to The Jungle

If you can only quiet the Ego, soul and body begin to function of themselves, in

All the poetry in the world is in that face.

The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.

Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

For whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, And when I die, here shall my spirit walk.

Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.

When he was reading he could fly away into the wildest skies of imagination, untethered to the reality that his soul was trapped in a wretched creature cobbled together from meat and bone, like us all.

Your soul may be more evolved than you are right now. If a kid fails tenth grade, do you make him repeat grades K through nine?" "No, I guess not." "No, you just make him start over at the beginning of tenth grade. Well, it's the same with souls. They only ascend. A person gets a soul when they can carry it to the next level, when they are ready to learn the next lesson.

They agreed, tacitly, to admire—but not covet—the red flowers. Mrs. Korjev liked the very redness of them. She had always been angry that the Communists had co-opted that color, for otherwise it would have evoked an unbridled happiness in her. Then again, the Russian soul, conditioned by a thousand years of angst, really wasn't equipped for unbridled happiness, so it was probably for the best.

When he was reading he could fly away into the wildest skies of imagination, untethered to the reality that his soul was trapped in a wretched creature cobbled together from meat and bone, like us all. Charlie

accepting death folds the soul, tempers and layers it like a Damascus blade. When I'd thrown myself into the canal in grief, only to be pulled out by the Moor, I'd become colder, more durable.

Some time ago, the Luminatus, or the Great Death, who kept balance between light and darkness, ceased to be. Since then, Forces of Darkness have been trying to rise from below. You are all that stands between them and destruction of the collective soul of humanity. Try not to screw up.