Quotes About Soul

If we believe that we are just animals, without immortal souls, we are already but one step removed from pod people.

Would you have references?" "I'm awfully sorry but I haven't. I just arrived in New York, and don't know a soul. Except you." I smiled but she didn't smile back. She stood hesitating, and I said, "It's true that I'm an escaped convict, an active counterfeiter, and occasional murderer. And I howl during the full of the moon. But I'm neat.

Any time my walk with God gets hard, I know that I am no longer walking in the spirit but have begun living out of my soul.

but every living soul is a book of their own history, which sits on the ever-growing shelf in the library of human memories.

The Spirit and the Soul" The spirit dances, comes and goes. But the soul is nailed to us like lentils and fatty bacon lodged under the ribs.

The Great Fires" Love is apart from all things. … Love allows us to walk in the sweet music of our particular heart.

When man of slender visits you / Nothing on earth that one can do / In well he'll hide, or watery hole / And he will eat your mortal soul / so if thou seest the man so thin / pray you don't see him again / for he is not from world we know / he cometh from far down below / on his bed of dirt from grave / from his dank and silent cave / he watches you yet has no sight / he taketh you away at night

However, if one reads the verses carefully, I believe that it tells of how Job's soul - the bitter, angry part which wanted to curse God - was wrenched from him and became a being of its own.

The only truth is music.

You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on? —Tom Waits "I never want to hear the screams Of the teenage girls in other people's dreams." —The Specials "The soul under the burden of sin cannot flee." —Iris Murdoch, The Unicorn

The soul under the burden of sin cannot flee." —Iris Murdoch, The Unicorn

What a man knows isn't important. Its what he is that counts.

The English department of the spirit—that great quagmire that lurks at the bottom of all of us.

I dabbled in things like Howlin' Wolf, Cream and Led Zeppelin, but when I heard Son House and Robert Johnson, it blew my mind. It was something I'd been missing my whole life. That music made me discard everything else and just get down to the soul and honesty of the blues.

And there would come up from the sea its voice; and the sea has no voice, but mysteriously touches the strings within the soul of a man, so that the soul speaks in its own way, each soul lifting its peculiar message.

Holidays pain your soul so Anne you always think where you've been and who with every year counting back and when they're gone like this year the ache won't stop.

In the beginning of time people and animals lived together on the earth and there was no difference between them. Bear, human, raven, fox, even snow and ice, all had spirit, all had soul. The air was pure and clear as crystal. Words held a magic. A word spoken in a chance, a wish or a whisper would hold a magic that would shape the world.

Do you dream when you are awake? do you imagine in words, in images? do you wander the pathways of what might have been, what might yet be and all that you might become? what is the shape of your imagination? are dreams important to you, part of the pattern of your soul?' 'Why do you wish to know?' he replied. For a long time she searched her heart for an answer. 'To better understand the geography of my heart' how it fits with the pattern of yours,' she said.

Or would you feel how my love is wrapped around by the richest, the wildest song? And, if I said my love for you is like the time when the nightingale is absent from our twilight world, would you hear it as silence? Nothing? No love? Or as anticipation of that rich current of music, which fills heart, soul, body, mind.

Did she know, this woman who found rest on the peace of wild things, how the swan, who offered her body as soft pillow, had once been a maiden, caught in a rainstorm, crouched by the water in shelter of bushes, mistaken by her lover out hunting in twilight, who, seeing only her white petticoat thought her a swan and shot? Did she understand how, rather than falling, her wild soul had risen into evening light and flight in the form of a wild swan?

The most important thing about a man is what he believes in the depth of his being.

If you cut people off from what nourishes them spiritually, something in them dies.

Feels like I've known him since before he got to the world—longer than he knew himself, truthfully. Seems like we'd been friends really...Somewhere before life on earth...

They were laughter on hot city nights hot milk on cold city mornings, good food and good times fancy dancing and soul music. They were family.