Quotes About Soul

Autrefois, j'avais la conviction (humaniste, chrétienne, américaine, qu'en sais-je?) que chaque être humain pouvait l'apprendre quelque chose et valait la peine que je l'écoute, que je fasse un effort pour découvrir son "âme".

Horrendous cold—at forty below, the Celsius and Fahrenheit thermometers agree wholeheartedly. Feels like forty below, they say, staring at each other and echoing their verdict back and forth in the icy silence. Forty below! Stones would freeze in this weather; souls would freeze.

I saw your intelligence, and I was intrigued. I saw your humor, and I was charmed. I saw your soul, and it was beautiful. I'm in love with you, Mary Bennet.

When God sent His only Son, Jesus, to this earth to bear your sin and mine on the cross, He put a price tag on us—He declared the value of our soul to be greater than the value of the whole world. Whose opinion are you going to accept? Believing a lie will put you in bondage. Believing the Truth will set you free.

According to Swedenborg, all human experience was only a reflection of a larger spiritual one. The human soul was what gave meaning and expression to the concrete world.

For the next quarters of a century, spiritualism, with its benevolent view of the soul and advocacy of social reform, was a serious concern for many suffragists.

All disease, she {Mary Baker Eddy}, asserted in her 1876 first edition of 'Science and Health,' the bible of her new faith, was a fiction of the soul. Neither disease nor matter existed. Both were creations of the soul which symbolized the universal mind, of Jesus Christ, at work.

As was done at the time of Maggie's death, scientists and individuals today are still pondering the possibility, if not the certainty, of the eternal life of the human soul. like death itself, this remains one of our greatest mysteries.

I have suffered great losses and have been blessed with great consolations, but whatever life may give me or take away, this is the simple wisdom that will always light my life: I have loved, passionately, fearlessly, with all my heart and all my soul, and I have been loved in return. For me, this is enough.

And more to the point, I was reasonably certain he wasn't going to try and devour my soul. My expectations for a husband had lowered.

If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch the gaze of a woman on the metro, subway, tram. Look at a man. Seek and you will find you in the silvered space, a flash between souls.

Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul the blue prints of your ultimate accomplishments.

It's the unconquerable soul of man, and not the nature of the weapon he uses, that ensures victory

A man does not have himself killed for a half pence a day or for a petty distinction. You must speak to the soul in order to electrify him.

Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.

Cherish your vision and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.

Handwriting is more connected to the movement of the heart.

You are safe, loved and divine beautiful soul.

If not immanence, the soul's bright anchor--blood passed from one to the other--what knowledge haunts each body, what history, what phantom ache? One man always low, in a grave or on the ground, the other up high, closer to heaven; one man always diseased, the other a body in service, plundered.

Beauty... when you look into a woman's eyes and see what is in her heart.

Lord, we thank you for bringing us through the dark moments of 1844. You led us beyond the struggle and the disappointment that shook us to our very core. May this sublime reality keep us from dividing into separate camps and alienating ourselves from the world. May we extend to everyone we encounter the grace You have bestowed on us. Keep us from every evil inclination, but may we be led to serve you as Lord with all of our heart, mind, and soul.

But now let us consider the holes in our own bodies and into what these congenital wounds open. Under the skin of man is a wondrous jungle where veins like lush tropical growths hang along over-ripe organs and weed-like entrails writhe in squirming tangles of red and yellow. In this jungle, flitting from rock-gray lungs to golden intestines, from liver to lights and back to liver again, lives a bird called the soul.

The music that inspires the souls of lovers exists within themselves and the private universe they occupy. They share it with each other; they do not share it with the tribe or with society. The courage to hear that music and to honor it is one of the prerequisites of romantic love.

So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.