Quotes About Soul

He contrasts it with eloquence. And what a noble gift it is, the power of playing upon the souls and wills of men, and rousing them to lofty purposes and holy deeds! Paul says, "If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal." We all know why. We have all felt the brazenness of words without emotion, the hollowness, the unaccountable unpersuasiveness, of eloquence behind which lies no Love.

If events change men, much more persons. No man can meet another on the street without making some mark upon him. We say we exchange words when we meet; what we exchange is souls. And when intercourse is very close and very frequent, so complete is this exchange that recognizable bits of the one soul begin to show in the other's nature, and the second is conscious of a similar and growing debt to the first.

In the spiritual world the subtle influences which form and transform the soul are Heredity and Environment. And here especially, where all is invisible, where much that we feel to be real is yet so ill-defined, it becomes of vital practical moment to clarify the atmosphere as far as possible with conceptions borrowed from the natural life.

You can dwarf a soul just as you can dwarf a plant, by depriving it of a full environment. Such a soul for a time may have a "name to live." Its character may betray no sign of atrophy. But its very virtue somehow has the pallor of a flower that is grown in darkness, or as the herb which has never seen the sun, no fragrance breathes from its spirit.

He that can heroically endure adversity will bear prosperity with equal greatness of soul; for the mind that cannot be dejected by the former is not likely to be transported with the later

He that can heroically endure adversity will bear prosperity with equal greatest of the soul; for the mind that cannot be dejected by the former is not likely to be transported without the latter.

To me there is not only right or wrong but many shades in between...The real tragedies in life are not in choices between right and wrong. Only the most callous of persons choose what they know to be wrong. Real tragedy comes [illegible] in a dilemma of evaluating what is right...Real dilemmas are difficulties of the soul, provoking agonies, which you in your world of black and white can't even begin to comprehend.

The eyes are said by poets to be the windows to the soul but they are also windows to the brain: examining the retina gives a good idea of the state of the brain as it is directly connected to it.

It used to be called angor animi – the anguish of the soul – the feeling that some people have, when they are having a heart attack, that they are about to die. Even now, more than thirty years later, I can see very clearly the dying man's despairing expression as he looked at me as I turned away.

La neurociencia nos dice que es altamente improbable que tengamos alma, pues cuanto pensamos y sentimos no es ni más ni menos que el parloteo electroquímico de nuestras neuronas. Nuestro sentido de la identidad, nuestros sentimientos y pensamientos, el amor que mostramos a los demás, nuestras esperanzas y ambiciones, nuestros odios y temores, todo eso muere cuando el cerebro muere.

Christians are called unto holiness and are to be engaged actively in self-purification. They are to walk in good works which have been prepared before, unto which they have been called. But how is it possible to visualize this activity of believers outside of their culture? Is holiness restricted to the life of the soul?

Intuition is the very force or activity of the soul in its experience through whatever has been the experience of the soul itself.

Being an artist is dragging your innermost feelings out, giving a piece of yourself, no matter in which art form, in which medium.

You are the untold story. You are the impassioned truth wanting to scream its existence, to be forever trapped by a strong hand clapped firmly over the mouth of my soul.

As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.

Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.

Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; While he who walks in love may wander far, Yet God will bring him where the blessed are.

Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.

My soul, there is a countryFar beyond the starsWhere stands a winged sentryAll skillful in the wars:There, above noise and danger,Sweet Peace is crown'd with smiles,And One born in a mangerCommands the beauteous files.

Dear Night! this world's defeat;The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb;The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreatWhich none disturb!Christ's progress, and His prayer-time;The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.

O joys! Infinite sweetness! with what flowersAnd shoots of glory, my soul breaks, and buds!

But felt through all this fleshly dressBright shoots of everlastingness.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.

Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.