Quotes About Soul

I'd never thought before about how much of what animates us as human beings—or semi-human beings—depends on our feelings. Without them, we were dead inside.

My soul might be black with sin, but my flesh was clean.

Solitude was her soul's hermitage.

I am no longer an artist interested and anxious. I am a messenger who will bring back word from the men who are fighting to those who want the war to go on forever. Feeble, inarticulate, will be my message, but it will have a bitter truth, and may it burn in their lousy souls. —Paul Nash, Artist 1899–1946 Paul Nash served with the Artists' Rifles and the Royal Hampshire Regiment in the Great War.

If her soul were a room, it was as if a light were now shinning in a corner that had been dark.

Solitude was her soul's hermitage.

Think of a dead body as if you are viewing a set of clothing, Maisie - but consider it as the attire the soul has worn for many a year. And it is clothing that has something to teach us about the man or woman under the knife.

And I saw the eyes of the gazelle again in France [during WWI], and it struck me that perhaps a heartsick God had looked down and taken up a soul, leaving only the shell of a man." [of those who developed PTSD and/or "war neuroses"]… [In becoming a psychiatrist] I was really trying to create the conditions whereby a soul might be persuaded to join a man's body once a again, thus making him whole.

Think of a dead body as if you are viewing a set of clothing, Maisie—but consider it as the attire the soul has worn for many a year.

But I must tell you that... he paused and his voice filled with infinite gentleness and tenderness. You are so very precious to me, he whispered against her neck. You are my heart as it moves within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.

A priestess is a woman who helps others connect to the divine so they can heal and/or actualize their soul's unique path.

Whether our egos acknowledge it or not, our souls know that an essential purpose of life is to identify and manifest the unique spark of Divinity at the core of our being.

we work to bring our semitamed ego in line with our higher self so that the ego is an instrument of the soul.

tripping over their own piety. In some secret, unlit room in the human soul, they all wanted war.

The count says we're Austrians now. But the countess tells me on the sly: 'You're Polish and always will be.' I asked her if she was Polish too, and she said: 'Forever.' " Tytus led his son to a window, and as if to lend emphasis to what he was about to say, pointed toward the river: "As long as the Vistula flows, it waters the soul of Poland.

A really well-done first draft of a book bares your soul. The purpose of revision is so that everyone who reads the published version believes you were writing about theirs.

A noble deed is a dream before it is reality. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul, a beautiful world waits to be realized.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbours; that which it loves, and also that which it fears;

Only by much searching and mining are gold and diamonds obtained, and you can find every truth connected with your being, if you will dig deep into the mine of your soul.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears; it reaches the height of its cherished aspirations; it falls to the level of its unchastened desires; and circumstances are the means by which the soul receives its own.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

Of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul which have been restored and brought to light in this age, none is more gladdening or fruitful of divine promise and confidence than this—that man is the master of thought, the moulder of character, and the maker and shaper of condition, environment, and destiny.

only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him. Tempest-tossed

That amazing poise of character, which we call serenity is the closing lesson of subculture, the fruitage of the soul. It is treasured as know-how, greater to be preferred than gold—yea, than even nice gold. How insignificant mere cash searching for appears in assessment with a serene existence—a existence that dwells in the ocean of Truth, below the waves, beyond the attain of tempests, in the Eternal Calm!