Quotes About Soul

She's got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

The soul and the consensus are one in the same, when the soul leaves the body so does the consensusness.

Every true poet is a monster. He destroys people and their speech. His singing elevates a technique that wipes out the earth so we are not eaten by worms. The drunk sells his coat. The thief sells his mother. Only the poet sells his soul to separate it from the body that he loves.

Communism rots the body, Capitalism rots the soul.

To know God is a matter of diligence and discipline in the things of the soul. He has rigged it that way. That's the way you'll come to Him and that's what He honors. It takes diligence, discipline, and effort.

English is so hierarchical. In Cree, we don't have animate-inanimate comparisons between things. Animals have souls that are equal to ours. Rocks have souls, trees have souls. Trees are 'who,' not 'what.

Silence. Stillness. To give her soul a chance to attend its own affairs at its own level.

The body is the garden of the soul.

It is as if he nurses a tapeworm at the core of his soul that leaves him in perpetual need of more attention.

Se la veía debatirse entre su deseo de dominar la congoja y la imposibilidad de evitarla. La dejó llorar. El llanto es una descarga de la emotividad. Cuando ésta llega a un punto grave de concentración es preciso abrir compuertas al alma. Y el llanto, a veces, es su mejor cauce.

a partir de ahora tendría que moverse entre multitud de seres cuyas úlceras no estaban el apiel o en las entrañas, sino en la mente: individuos llagados en el espíritu, tarados del alma

I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul. Dive deep into your soul and explore it. I don't want to renounce my dark side. The truth has always held an enormous interest for me.

I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul, dive deep into your soul and explore it.

childhood falls silently to the bottom of my memory, that library of the soul from which I will draw knowledge and experience for the rest of my life.

The spirit of adventure sped through his soul on mighty wings.

Grandmother sat in the magic forest and carved outlandish animals. She cut them from branches and driftwood and gave them paws and faces, but she only hinted at what they looked like and never made them too distinct. They retained their wooden souls...

They retained their wooden souls, and the curve of their backs had the enigmatic shape of growth itself and remained a part of the decaying forest

It's now six a.m. and I'm smoking. Oh yeah, Tracey: it's all going so fucking well. The lonely princess. Carbon monoxide is feeding my soul.

If my beloved were a king, I couldst not love him more. Were he a jester to make men laugh, My love I would implore. But, alas, my love is but a man, Of heart and soul so free. And I couldst no more break my vow, Than break the heart in me.

If God tells you to do something, you do it. If God tells you to go, you go. Do those two things, and when you're finished in this life, your soul will be in heaven before the devil knows you're dead

Don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth 'Cause all that you have is your soul

Your soul rages. You cannot control your spirits within your body, so you need this to force others to your will." The king stepped boldly toward Meklos, holding the dragonstaff in front of him, the Eye shining even in the dim light of the temple chamber. "You need this---this crutch to compel the great spirits, and they rebel against you, Meklos! They are fighting you and calling the gods' displeasure against you. Your life is diminished by the length of this rod!

JOHNNA: When a Cheyenne baby is born, their umbilical cord is dried and sewn into this pouch. Turtles for girls, lizards for boys. And we wear it for the rest of our lives. JEAN: Wow. JOHNNA: Because if we lose it, our souls belong nowhere and after we die our souls will walk the Earth looking for where we belong.

But flowers feed our soul in a different way. They remind us of a God who creates beautiful things and takes notice of the tiniest detail