Quotes About Soul

Kiekvienas gyvenimas - tai daugyb? dien?, diena po dienos. Mes einame per pa?ius save, sutikdami pl?šikus, vaiduoklius, milžinus, senius, jaunuolius, žmonas, našles, sielos brolius, kaskart sutikdami patys save.

Not to fall was too hard, too hard; and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling, but not yet fallen, still unfallen, but about to fall.

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat. Ghoul! Chewer of corpses! No mother. Let me be and let me live.

No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.

How beautiful must be a soul in the state of grace when God looked upon it with love!

What were they now but cerements shaken from the body of death—the fear he had walked in night and day, the incertitude that had ringed him round, the shame that had abased him within and without—cerements, the linens of the grave? His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her graveclothes.

And remember, my dear boys, that we have been sent into this world for one thing and for one thing alone: to do God's holy will and to save our immortal souls. All else is worthless. One thing alone is needful, the salvation of one's soul. What doth it profit a man to gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his immortal soul? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing in this wretched world that can make up for such a loss.

So entire and unquestionable was this sense of the divine meaning in all nature granted to his soul that he could scarcely understand why it was in any way necessary that he should continue to live. Yet that was part of the divine purpose and he dared not question its use, he above all others who had sinned so deeply and so foully against the divine purpose.

Seus pecados pingavam de seus lábios, um a um, pingavam em gotas vergonhosas de sua alma supurando e gotejando como uma chaga, uma corrente sórdida de vício. Os últimos pecados gotejavam, indolentes, asquerosos.

Su alma se desvaneció lentamente al escuchar el dulce descenso de la nieve a través del universo, su dulce caída, como el descenso de la última postrimería, sobre todos los vivos y los muertos.

he wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld

or a jaculation from the garden of the soul.

He added in a preacher's tone: —For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

Be on the side of the angels. Be a prism. You have that something within, the higher self.

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

The ambition which he felt astir in at times in the darkness of his soul sought no outlet.

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

It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. 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.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Berta. My wound tires me.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Bertha. My wound tires me.

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face. Her hoarse and loud breath ratting in horror, while all prayed on their knees.

A sua alma desfalecia languidamente enquanto ele ouvia a neve cair suavemente em todo o universo e cair suavemente, como a descida do seu fim derradeiro, sobre todos os vivos e os mortos.

The faint sour stink of rotted cabbages came towards him from the kitchengardens on the rising ground above the river. He smiled to think that it was this disorder, the misrule and confusion of his father's house and the stagnation of vegetable life, which was to win the day in his soul.

Her soul! Her name! Her eyes! They seem to me like strange beautiful blue wild-flowers growing in some tangled, rain-drenched hedge. And I have felt her soul tremble beside mine, and have spoken her name softly to the night, and have wept to see the beauty of the world passing like a dream behind her eyes. — James Joyce, from a love letter to (of) Nora Barnacle, Selected Joyce Letters , ed. Richard Ellmann (Viking Press, 1975)