Quotes About Soul

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

Love is not a force between a mind and a body, but a force between two hearts. Your mind and eyes will never tell you when you feel true love, for only your heart can recieve the true love that another heart sends directly to it.

Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality.

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls

We do not fall in love with the package of the person, we fall in love with the inside of a person.

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Music's in my soul. Everyday and every night I think of how thankful I am to have music in my life.

Love is a gift of one's inner most soul to another so both can be whole .

A portion of your soul has been entwined with mine. A gentle kind of togetherness, while separate we stand. As two trees deeply rooted in separate plots of ground, while their topmost branches come together, forming a miracle of lace against the heavens.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Marriage is an Athenic weaving together of families, of two souls with their individual fates and destinies, of time and eternity - everyday life married to the timeless mysteries of the soul.

Full nakedness! All joyes are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be, To

My stubborn, self-savvy heart will not reach for the sky if my earth becomes everything I need. If people fill me up then where is my need for the transcendent? If everything is glory and beauty and sweetness and light, will I be the type of soul that reaches to Jesus?

How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neural chips, did you think about that? Did you snip my soul from my old body, too? Where did you put it? Show me! Where? Where in all this groundbreaking technology did you insert my soul?

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this one coming from deep within. a numbing furrow slides through her soul, sliding into her brain, a furrow that seperates one part of her heart from the other. and then it goes quiet agani.

but she still burns. she is on fire with need. burning that goes deeper than her skin, etched deeply, maybe in her soul, and there seems to be nothing for it, no balm, save inching her arms up to hold herself and wishin the arms weren't her own.

I have no mouth, but my hunger is fed, With glimpse, and touch, and kindness said. I have no eyes, but see a soul, The only one that makes me whole. I swell beneath a soldier's palm, Its touch my breath, my blood, my calm. I am utterly lost, but completely found, Captured, taken … a prisoner bound.