Quotes About Soul

If God's ultimate intention was to 'save' only disembodied 'souls', that wouldn't be rescue from death. It would simply allow the death of the body to have the last word. 'Salvation' regularly refers constantly, not least in Luke and Acts, to specific acts of 'rescue' within the present life: being 'saved' from this potential disaster, here and now.

A church without sermons will soon have a shrivelled mind, then a wayward heart, next an unquiet soul, and finally misdirected strength. A church without sacraments will find its strength cut off, its soul undernourished, its heart prey to conflicting emotions, and its mind engaged in increasingly irrelevant intellectual games.

God's intention is not to let death have its way with us. If the promised final future is simply that immortal souls leave behind their mortal bodies, then death still rules—since that is a description not of the defeat of death but simply of death itself, seen from one angle.4 But

God, how easy it is to get people to believe. In fact the only thing no one would believe is how little one has to offer for a soul. There's not even any thrill in it. It's like culling cattle, whole nations. You don't have to promise them eternity, you just have to lie with them in the darkness, and sometimes sing them a song.

You are in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love´s not a strong enough word. You have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It will never be enough. I want eternity.

If you die, Lily ... I'll steal your soul and take you to the Abyss, where I will keep you in my magical dungeon so you can never escape.

Without you, I would be a monster.

Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.

Estás en cada una de mis respiraciones, en cada pensamiento, estas metida tan profundamente en mi interior que "amor" no es una palabra lo suficientemente fuerte para expresarlo, tienes mi devoción, tu nombre está grabado en mi alma, mi lobo es tuyo para que lo mandes. ¿Cien años? Eso no es suficiente. Yo quiero la eternidad.

Death comes in endless forms. Of the body. Of the soul. Of the heart. - Catriona Mercant, philosopher and warrior. (circa 1419)

Don't let immortality do that to you," she whispered. "Don't let it steal your soul." Moss green eyes held her own. "It is, others tell me, far easier to stay human if you split your heart in two and give one part to another to keep.

If you do that, I won't ever let you go." If the physical connection had sealed them together, this would turn that seal into an unbreakable glue. "Even my death won't free you." The psychic scars would be irreparable. "Whether we bond or not, your loss would change me forever." A quiet voice that held so much power it vibrated with it. "You are written indelibly on my soul, Zaira. Nothing will ever alter what you are to me.

The man she'd glimpsed that morning, and the one who'd cared enough to put his arms around a packmate who was hurting, he was dangerous, someone who spoke to her soul beyond the primitive tug of sex.

Su inmortal tenía un corazón mortal.

Si esto es la muerte, cazadora - le dijo a su mortal mientras el fuego de ángel se abría camino desde sus huesos hasta su corazón - te veré al otro lado.

Whether we bond or not, your loss would change me forever.... You are written indelibly on my soul, Zaria. Nothing will ever alter what you are to me.

You're in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love's not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul

How can I be angry with the other half of my soul?" he asked, his tone so tender it tore little pieces out of her heart.

My friends gave me the first songs which was the first food in my soul for me.

You cannot warm yourself at the fire of anger without chilling your soul.

I love you," Matt said. I love you, too," Maria replied. "I know that's a sin, and I'll probably go to hell for it." If I have a soul, I'll go with you," promised Matt.

I don't mind," he whispered. "If I had a soul, I'd probably wind up in hell anyway.

You don't have a soul, so you can't be baptized. All animals are like that. I think it's unfair and sometimes I don't believe it. After all, what would heaven be without birds or dogs or horses? And what about trees and flowers? They don't have souls either. Does that mean heaven looks like a cement parking lot? I suppose this is what the nuns call a theological problem.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins? I think it was Sunday when that feeling began.