Quotes About Soul

Those cries can be heard through the thickest walls. They can cut through concrete and skin and reach deep into the dark parts of a lost boy's soul. They are cries that change the course of a life, that trample innocence and snuff out goodness.

El alma es la suma de las cosas que uno ha vivido antes de hacerse un canalla escéptico" La flaqueza del bolchevique, capítulo XI

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls.

M*A*S*H offered real characters and everybody identified with them because they had such soul. The humor was intelligent and it always assumed that you had an intellect.

In reality, there are many people we could be happy with. It's just that your soul develops in different ways with different people.

The eminent Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung said this: "People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls." But he also said this: "Who looks inside, awakes.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life. I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

Every soul is special. They're all beautiful. They're all far more significant than anyone on this rock realizes. I think when people are at their best, they're acting in accordance with their soul. The ones who have gone bad don't have bad souls. They've just given up on keeping in touch with them.

Souls, I said. I mean, you always wonder if they're real. Even if you believe in them, you still have to wonder: Is my existence just this body? Is there really something more? Do I really have a soul? Uriel's smile blossomed again. You've got it backward, Harry, he said. You are a soul. You have a body.

The real battle for your own soul isn't about falling from a great height; it's about descending, or not, one choice at a time.

Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

It took several minutes, and when Butters woke up, Andi and Marci, both naked, both rather pleasant that way, were giving him CPR. They'd kept his body alive in the absence of his soul. Wow, Butters slurred as he opened his eyes. He looked back and forth between the two werewolf girls. Subtract the horrible pain in my chest, and all the mold and mildew, and I'm living the dream. Then he passed out.

Thomas grunted. Might have been smarter for them to have left you alone. Now you know something. I made an exasperated sound. Yes. Those fools. By trying to kill me, they've revealed their very souls. I have them now. Thomas gave me a steady look. Being Mab's bitch has made you a pessimist. I am not a pessimist, I said loftily. Though that can't last. That made Thomas grin. Nice. Thank you.

This is what it looks like when someone's fighting for his soul, she said. He needs his friends to believe in him. The fastest way for us to help make him into a monster is to look at him like he is one.

The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs.

You've got it backward, Harry," he said. "You are a soul. You have a body.

Some words have a power that has nothing to do with supernatural forces. They resound in the heart and mind, they live long after the sounds of them have died away, they echo in the heart and the soul. They have power, and that power is very real. Those three words are good

Think where you are, sir Knight," Nicodemus said, his mouth quirking up into a mocking smile. "The Underworld is a prison for souls. Do you think yours is so great as to escape it?" "I am not great," Michael said quietly. "But God is.

When I look into someone's eyes, into their soul, their innermost being, they can see mine in return—the things I had done, the things I was willing to do, the things I was capable of doing.

You'd think as long as I was gambling with my soul, I would have thought to get Mab to throw in fifty bucks an hour plus expenses.

Beer, brewed in cauldrons the size of houses by machines and then served cold. It has no soul. It isn't worthy of the name.

Magic comes from the heart, from your feelings, your deepest expressions of desire.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable.

My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs.