Quotes About Soul

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.

The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows to the unseen grief which swells with silence in the tortured soul. There lies the substance.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

What kind o' man is he? Why, of mankind.

Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate: Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay not here thy gait.

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand...

My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

I commend my soul into the hands of God, my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ, my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting.

Los amigos que tienes y cuya amistad ya has puesto a prueba, engánchalos a tu alma con ganchos de acero.

But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like moulten lead.

what Shakespeare really aimed to show: the destruction of a soul by demonic forces.

Not I; I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly.

Aquí está el oro, peor veneno para el alma; en este mundo asesina mucho más que las tristes mezclas que no puedes vender. Soy yo quien te vende veneno, no tú a mí.

Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Poor soul, the center of my sinful Earth.

In fact, suggests Lewis, the entrance to the netherworld, where every evil will find its comeuppance, is locked from the inside, the damned souls having slammed shut every possible door that may lead the repentant sinner to God.

The thing that is so singular and stunning about Macbeth— indeed, it strikes one straightaway—is that all the magic Shakespeare put into writing it manages so entirely to harrow and astonish the soul.