Quotes About Soul

There is only, one love, one heart and one destiny.

Sometimes, when the nights are cold And darkness is all there is to hold I dream of what comes after death Tears pour while I hold my breath It's hard to want to stay and breathe In a world where everybody leaves Where I was never once enough For anyone who claimed to love My dark mosaic soul.

A woman can tear away a man's soul, while he stands there in awe of her sweet words and beauty. Then she will throw it in a green and yellow tasket, and sell it back to him, for the same gold he dug from the ground, to pay the bankers for his freedom, and when she finds nothing else in his pockets, she will turn and walk away, laughing

There's something about, "What keeps the mystery in your life fascinating. To discover what you are passionate about in body, mind and soul.

The heart is a strange thing. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside it. Before you can learn how to Love with it.

There will be a few times in your life, when the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most.

Thus we are forced into a difficult choice: anxiety or depression. If we move forward, as our soul insists, we may be flooded with anxiety. If we do not move forward, we will suffer the depression, the pressing down of the soul's purpose. In such a difficult choice one must choose anxiety, for anxiety is at least the path of personal growth; depression is a stagnation and defeat of life.

Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither." William Wordsworth

You must be successful, affluent, powerful, married to the right person," and so on. Each child is thus launched in service to the parent's neurosis, and gets further and further from his or her own soul.

Violent men don't have the strength of consciousness and character to own responsibility for what is missing in their own psychological life. They pummel others for not carrying their own anguished souls.

this tungsten spark we call our soul

Yet it is clear that we cannot choose not to choose, for not choosing is a choice from which consequences flow, and the inner split between soul and world widens.

Thus, soul solicits us even as we seek it. The German poet Friedrich Hölderlin expressed the paradox this way: "That which thou seekst is near, and already coming to meet thee.

Thus we are forced into a difficult choice—anxiety and depression. If we move forward, as our soul insists, we ... In such difficult choice one must choose anxiety, for anxiety at least is a path of potential growth; depression is a stagnation and defeat of life.

once in a dream somewhere, sometime, someplace, they had managed for a moment to touch another human soul and understand it.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another s soul.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.

The soul ... has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?