Quotes About Soul

One's Sister is a part of one's essential self,an eternal presence of one's heart and soul and memory.

Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach...

Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul.

Love is not what the mind thinks, but what the heart feels.

I think about you in every moment and every image of you hurts me horribly. I want to feel every thought, every whisper you say in the deep silence of the eternity of you soul. To be able to cry in me, beside you, beside me in you, to be able to understand why our hearts beat, why we live among moments and not among eternities as if it were different.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

Love is the vital essence that pervades and permeates, from the center to the circumference, the graduating circles of all thought and action. Love is the talisman of human weal and woe--the open sesame to every soul.

I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow: it must have a throne all alone in the soul.

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

...the more the soul knows, the more she loves, and loving much, she tastes much

Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Then do we still need our soul mate? Oh, yes, I say, because this is the bed through which the river of our life flows from another transcendental reality, this is the infinite on which the horizon of our heart rests in other dreams or transcendental realities.

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.