Quotes About Soul

Changes in societal structure and in art would possess more creditbility if they had their origins in the soul & spirit. If people read the words of the prophets with closer attention, they would find the keys to life. -Marc Chagall

e che altro infatti son mai le anime nostre se non memoria, affetto, pensiero e speranza?

Il fiore perde la freschezza e il profumo; ma la memoria del fiore ci rimane nell'anima incorruttibile ed odorosa per sempre!

I nervi ubbidiscono all'anima, le braccia all'idea, e dove non vi sono né idee né anima, o intorpidisce il letargo o la vita stultizza.

They felt a strange happiness, an urgent need to reveal their hearts to each other- the urgency of lovers, which is already a gift, the very first one, the gift of the soul before the body surrenders. 'Know me, look at me. This is who I am. This is how I have lived, this is what I have loved. And you? What about you, my darling?

The way a man drinks in company tells you nothing about him, but the way he drinks when alone reveals, without his realizing it, the very depths of his soul.

Important events — whether serious, happy or unfortunate — do not change a man's soul, they merely bring it into relief, just as a strong gust of wind reveals the true shape of a tree when it blows off all its leaves. Such events highlight what is hidden in the shadows, they nudge the spirit towards a place where it can flourish.

The words that enlighten the soul r much more precious than Jewels.

I believe he's a brilliant man with a monstrous self-love and no soul. Put those qualities together, and there are roots planted for a morbid blossoming.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.

Art is a staple, like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

All man's honors are small beside the greatest prize to which he may and must aspire--the finding of his soul, his spirit, his divine strength and worth--the knowledge that he can and must live in freedom and dignity--the final realization that life is not a daily dying, not a pointless end, not ashes-to-ashes and dust-to-dust, but a soaring and blinding gift snatched from eternity.

Realizing that the enemy was determined to fight to the bitter end, Cortés remarked, ". . . We would recover little if any of the treasure that had been taken from us, and they would force us to destroy them totally. This last caused me the greater sorrow," he said, "because it weighed on my soul.

Various philosophers and religious leaders tried to convince their disciples and followers that animals are nothing more than machines without a soul, without feelings. However, anyone who has ever lived with an animal--be it a dog, a bird, or even a mouse--knows that this theory is a brazen lie, invented to justify cruelty.

Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul; The mind's the standard of the man.

Tis true my form is something odd But blaming me is blaming God Could I create myself anew I would not fail in pleasing you. If I could reach from pole to pole Or grasp the ocean with a span I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the man.

Were the whole realm of nature mine That were an offering far too small Love so amazing so divine Demands my soul my life my all

Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

When the Eternal bows the skies To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings. He bids his awful chariot roll Far downward from the skies, To visit every humble soul, With pleasure in his eyes.

The Word of God and the grace of Christ in the promises are our daily support, and the constant nourishment of our souls.

Writing is a process, a journey into memory and the soul.

I looked on up to her eyes and held there steady, thinking pretty soon she'd look away, and then when I knew she wouldn't the silver thread our eyes were joined by began to hum like far-off bees. I felt my soul melt and flow out along it. I felt my heart melt and drip off my fingertips.

Never give your soul to a creature, because it belongs to God alone; see in all creatures a motive for rejoicing, in homage to the Creator; never seek yourself in another, but discover yourself in yourself