Quotes About Soul

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke — Aye, and what then? —S. T. Coleridge, Anima Poetae

The places where death comes to take love away, where we lose each other and lose ourselves; that's where the connections begin. It takes a brave soul to look there and not despair. I've tried to be brave, she said. I know, he said softly. I know.

The World-Soul is sick, Harry, crazy-sick. And if we don't each do our part and try to get to the root of its pain and burn it out, then everything is for nothing.

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke Ã¢â'¬â€œ Aye, and what then?' S. T. Coleridge Anima Poetae

Flesh is a trap, and magic sets us free.

Do demons have ghosts?' Norma asked him. 'Of course,' Knotchee replied. 'There will always be those who won't let go of who they were.

the spirit has its homeland, which is the realm of the meaning of things. Saint-Exupéry The Wisdom of the Sands

Your flesh is killing your spirit

We've been through all this a thousand times. I won't subject myself to the indignities of pregnancy. I won't swish crap-laden diapers around in a toilet bowl ten times a day. Let someone else populate the earth. I'm not about to split off my soul, like some damned amoeba.

She doesn't speak, and I say nothing more. We just stare at each other, letting the tears roll down our cheeks. That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed.

That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed. Pg. 109

Your soul knows that you are right where you need to be to have the experiences you need. Trust it.

Blaming others doesn't help you make the shift into courage and recognizing the support of Spirit and your own soul working together. Blaming yourself and just trying to paddle as fast as you can as you tell yourself how stupid and inadequate you were keeps you stuck in the pain and suffering caused by your small self.

You've lost track of the man inside in your restless need to create things, to amass stuff, to have power. It is the disease of desire, my friend. And it has rotted your soul to the very core

I love life and I want to live, to cry but cannot—I feel such a pain in my soul—a pain which frightens me. My soul is ill. My soul, not my mind. The doctors do not understand my illness.... Everybody who reads these lines will suffer.... My body is not ill, it is my soul that is ill.

themselves that separated the human spirits within

One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.

Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrapy your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.

Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.

Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!

To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they're blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect and beautiful, too. (20)

Words are no match for love.

Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the 'size' of human suffering is absolutely relative.

Humor was another of the soul's weapons in the fight for self-preservation.