Quotes About Soul

AirWalker. With a name like that, it had to be Mitch Walker's plane. Was it possible she'd found herself a bush pilot with a poetic soul?

Your inner voice is the voice of truth within your heart.

My feelings are too intense. I hate too bitterly, I love too exaltingly, I pity too extravagantly, I hurt too painfully. We American blacks call that "soul."

Somehow among all our use of antibiotic medicine and antibacterial soap our souls are becoming sanitized as well — don't let it happen to you!

Solitude coaxes magical things from our souls.

Except yourself I have never met the man for whom I felt that intimate sympathy (of intellect as well as soul) which is the sole basis of friendship.

two burning stars collide and spark a fire of fate two blazing spirits meet—enkindling soul mates

Ah! a blessing beyond all fate My sole mate is my soul mate.

The Muse's friend, Tea, does our fancy aid; Repress those vapors which the head invade; And keeps that palace of the soul serene....

What golden spider warmed himself and spun This web that is the flesh upon your bones...

Good for the body is the work of the body, and good for the soul, the work of the soul, and good for either, the work of the other.

Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be; Attended by a Single Hound – Its own Identity.

...all my soul within me burning...

I do not care for the body, I love the timid soul, the blushing, shrinking soul; it hides, for it is afraid, and the bold, obtrusive body— Pray, marm, did you call me? We are very small... I think we grow still smaller — this tiny, insect life the portal to another; it seems strange — strange indeed.

Be careless in your dress if you must, but keep a tidy soul.

With all your science can you tell how it is, and whence it is, that light comes into the soul?

The one thing in the world of value, is, the active soul, — the soul, free, sovereign, active. This every man is entitled to; this every man contains within him, although, in almost all men, obstructed, and as yet unborn.

Is soul the stem and body the blossom — or body our stem, with soul its indigenous bloom?

Dreams grow like wildflowers in her soul.

There is a solitude of space, A solitude of sea, A solitude of death, but these Society shall be, Compared with that profounder site, That polar privacy, A Soul admitted to Itself: Finite Infinity.

Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.

A beating heart needs a soul to go with it, or it's nothing but a machine.

Our souls are infinitely swirling colors of stardust and hope.

If something is written in the stars, can't it also be inscribed in the fiery light of our souls?