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Everything established, settled, everything to do with home and order and the common ground, has crumbled into dust and has been swept away in the general upheaval and reorganization of the whole of society. The whole human way of life has been destroyed and ruined. All that's left is the bare, shivering human soul, stripped to the last shred, the naked force of the human psyche for which nothing has changed because it was always cold and shivering and reaching out to its nearest neighbor, as cold and lonely as itself.
— Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people.
— Charles Baudelaire, Intimate Journals
...a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.
— Marlene Van Niekerk, Agaat
Remember, we Christians think man lives for ever. Therefore, what really matters is those little marks or twists on the central, inside part of the soul which are going to turn it, in the long run, into a heavenly or a hellish creature.
— C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Man has no Body distinct from his soul; for that called Body is a portion of a Soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
— William Blake
I saw how greatly he suffered the requirement of being clever. It separated him from his soul, and it didn’t get him anything other than a living.
— Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War
I believe that the measure of my soul is my capacity to love imperfect people.
— Joseph Grenny
A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains.
— C. JoyBell C.
The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.
— Joe Hill, Horns
Each soul has its own note to sing in the divine chorus and no voice is more important than another. (94)
— Prem Prakash, The Yoga of Spiritual Devotion A Modern Translation of the Narada Bhakti Sutras
Christ asks for a home in your soul, where he can be at rest with you, where he can talk easily to you, where you and he, alone together, can laugh and be silent and be delighted with one another.
— Caryll Houselander, This War Is the Passion
There is no point in getting rich if we lose our soul along the way.
— Farahad Zama, The Marriage Bureau for Rich People
A good reading strengthens the soul.
— Toba Beta
Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
Who knew there were still people like that in this world, though? Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else's story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. 'It must have made you very sad when your own father raped you - can you describe some of your feelings at the time? Yes, I wept and wept, wonder why something like this had to happen to me'. It's like that. Everyone's running around comparing wounds, like bodybuilders showing off their muscles. And what's really unbelievable is that they really believe they can heal the wounds like that, just by putting them on display.
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
I wish that I could know you. Not your soul, but you. I've read about you; I've seen into your heart. I've rebuilt your soul, as best I could. But that isn't the same. It isn't knowing someone, is it? That's knowing about someone.
— Brandon Sanderson, The Emperor's Soul
My soul hurts.
— Jennifer Elisabeth
Sometimes callers from a distance invade my solitude, and it is on these occasions that I realize how absolutely alone each individual is, and how far away from his neighbour; and while they talk (generally about babies, past, present, and to come), I fall to wondering at the vast and impassable distance that separates one's own soul from the soul of the person sitting in the next chair.
— Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden
At the conclusion of all our studies we must try once again to experience the human soul as soul, and not just as a buzz of bioelectricity; the human will as will, and not just a surge of hormones; the human heart not as a fibrous, sticky pump, but as the metaphoric organ of understanding. We need not believe in them as metaphysical entities -- they are as real as the flesh and blood they are made of. But we must believe in them as entities; not as analyzed fragments, but as wholes made real by our contemplation of them, by the words we use to talk of them, by the way we have transmuted them to speech. We must stand in awe of them as unassailable, even though they are dissected before our eyes.
— Melvin Konner
What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?
— Sanhita Baruah
Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.
— Meredith Ann Pierce, The Pearl of the Soul of the World
Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about?Henry: Not a living soul.Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted.
— Samuel Beckett, Embers
The light of love, the purity of grace,The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
— George Gordon Byron
There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.
— Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza
Remember to delight yourself first, then others can be truly delighted."This was my mantra when I published my first book in 1990, and still holds true. When we focus on the song of our soul and heart, then others will be touched similarly. Sometimes people wonder or worry whether people will like or approve of their creative expression. It's none of your business. It's your business to stay present and focused for the work of your deepest dreams. It might look crooked or strange, or be very odd-but if it delights you, then it is yours, and will find it's way into other hearts.
— S.A.R.K.
Words his soul danced to.
— David Malouf
For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.
— Ann Aguirre, Aftermath
I'm your other half. (...) I'll carry your heartbeat in mine.
— Jessica Verday, The Haunted
By writing quotes...I mark a trail of my soul's journey in this realm.
— Toba Beta
The season of evil," I echoed. "Protect your soul.
— David Almond
Bella. You were always my soul.
— Lora Leigh, Wild Card
Smartass Disciple: Master, where will you go after your soul leaves your body?Master of Stupidity: What makes you think a soul will go elsewhere physically?
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
Maybe stories are just data with a soul.
— Brené Brown
When soul risesInto lipsYou feel the kiss You have wanted
— Jalaluddin Rumi
The Soul selects her own Society.
— Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go...
— Danielle Steel, Wanderlust
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.
— Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
I came to the Greeks early, and I found answers in them. Greece's great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul. We don't really act as if we believed in the soul's immortality and that's why we are where we are today.
— Edith Hamilton
It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.
— Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight
THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire,He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her.Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door,To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.
— Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
On this material plane, each living being is like a street lantern lamp with a dirty lampshade.The inside flame burns evenly and is of the same quality as all the rest—hence all of us are equal in the absolute sense, the essence, in the quality of our energy.However, some of the lamps are “turned down” and having less light in them, burn fainter, (the beings have a less defined individuality, are less in tune with the universal All which is the same as the Will)—hence all of us are unequal in a relative sense, some of us being more aware (human beings), and others being less aware (animal beings), with small wills and small flames.The lampshades of all are stained with the clutter of the material reality or the physical world.As a result, it is difficult for the light of each lamp to shine through to the outside and it is also difficult to see what is on the other side of the lampshade that represents the external world (a great thick muddy ocean of fog), and hence to “feel” a connection with the other lantern lamps (other beings).The lampshade is the physical body immersed in the ocean of the material world, and the limiting host of senses that it comes with.The dirt of the lampshade results from the cluttering bulk of life experience accumulated without a specific goal or purpose.The dirtier the lampshade, the less connection each soul has to the rest of the universe—and this includes its sense of connection to other beings, its sense of dual presence in the material world and the metaphysical world, and the thin connection line to the wick of fuel or the flow of electricity that resides beyond the material plane and is the universal energy.To remain “lit” each lantern lamp must tap into the universal Source of energy.If the link is weak, depression and-or illness sets in.If the link is strong, life persists.This metaphor to me best illustrates the universe.
— Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.
— W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage
There needs not a great soul to make a hero
—  there needs a god-created soul which will be true to its origin
The soul is the form of the body, but not as the shape of a statue is formatio et terminatio materiae, for form does not exist apart from material. There is no whiteness without a white object. But the soul is not a form in this simple sense, and in particular, is not the shape of the material it informs. Therefore, the shape of a being does not affect the being's soul, for then something lower would inform something higher, which is impossible.
— Michael Flynn, Eifelheim
Intimacy is not purely physical. It's the act of connecting with someone so deeply, you feel like you can see into their soul.
— Reshall Varsos
I worship her, Alyosha, worship her. Only she doesn't see it. No, she still thinks I don't love her enough. And she tortures me, tortures me with her love. The past was nothing! In the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man. Will they marry us? If they don't I will die of jealousy. I imagine something every day...
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Play me something that makes me feel;This soul inside me is made of steel.Brain is breathing, but heart’s not beatingAnd, babe, I need you to make things real.Walk inside me without silence,Kill the past and change the tense.Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring;Take me places that make more sense.
— Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine designed to carry out the extremely simple task of constructing your soul.
— Kevin Brockmeier, The View from the Seventh Layer
Besides this I place another equally obvious confirmation of my view that opera is based on the same principles as our Alexandrian culture. Opera is the birth of the theoretical man, the critical layman, not of the artist: one of the most surprising facts in the history of all the arts. It was the demand of throughly unmusical hearers that before everything else the words must be understood, so that according to them a rebirth of music is to be expected only when some mode of singing has been discovered in which textword lords it over counterpoint like master over servant: For the words, it is argued, are as much nobler than the accompanying harmonic system as the soul is nobler than the body.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy
I couldn't loose somebody else like that, without even the chance to say good-bye. Not again. Not her.
— Stacey Kade
How can I tell anyone that there has always lived within me a rusty sense of disgust-a dull, brackish water that I suspect is my soul?
— A.M. Homes, May We Be Forgiven
Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?''Oh, rather!''What do you do about it?''I generally take a couple of cocktails.
— P.G. Wodehouse, Doctor Sally
When you are soul-centered, you can focus your attention where and when you want to, easily, without distraction. You know to look for what you want to see and experience. You know that what you seek you shall find, and what you focus on in life will be more prominent in your awareness. You know your awareness is powerful and creative." ~ Sarah McLean
— Sarah McLean, Soul-Centered: Transform Your Life in 8 Weeks with Meditation
Don't lose hope. If your hope gets lost, the other side called "failure" begins to win! The quickest medicine to heal a depressed soul is to command; "arise my soul and praise the Lord". Hope is the clothe piece in which wraps a healthy soul!
— Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes
Soul inhabits body that fits.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
Always listen to your soul and feel the purity of that moment - no matter how sad or joyful - because it will speak to you further... a healing an understanding, a perspective or more will come out of it. Only because you listened.
— Angie karan
Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.
— Leo Tolstoy
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
— Anton Chekhov, Selected Stories
The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I met no resistance when I unlaced the strings to free her dress and fill myself in the moist and hot bed nature made between her thighs. We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our love for the world was new.
— Roman Payne
...wanting soul life without the dark, warming intelligence of personal doubt is like expecting an egg without the brooding heat of the mother hen.
— David Whyte
Misery is a scar on the soul, that if it begins in childhood, it lasts the whole lifetime. I understand that no two scars are alike, but I also ask myself; even if these scars are not alike, aren’t these things engraved on our souls signed by which we know each other?Aren’t we also alike?
— Bahaa Taher, الحب في المنفى
It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.
— Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter
When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.
— Hermann Hesse, Beneath the Wheel
... the greatest menace to our capacity for contemplation is the incessant fabrication of tawdry empty stimuli which kill the receptivity of the soul.
— Josef Pieper, Happiness and Contemplation
I felt like some part of my soul was ripped out and put under a microscope for criticizing.
— Alysha Speer
We think to dance, and dance in thought. But to hibernate in the mind, is to bring upon us an apocalypse of the Soul.
— Ilyas Kassam
The souls of heroes are forged by the gods and tempered with the pain of life.
— Brian Rathbone, Inherited Danger
I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Rather the terror of the nights And long, sick groping after doubt; Rather be lost than let my soul Slip vaguely from my own control -- Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery.
— Sara Teasdale
I could see her will leaving and death seeping through her skin to skewer her soul.
— J.D. Stroube, Caged by Damnation
And as for the vague something --- was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression? --- that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially disclosed; that something which used to make me fear and shrink, as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver, and seen it gape: that something, I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing heart, but not with palsied nerves. Instead of wishing to shun, I longed only to dare --- to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy, because one day she might look into the abyss at her leisure, explore its secrets and analyse their nature.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Songs of myselfI am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,..
— Walt Whitman
Past humanity is not only implicit in each new man born but is contained in him. Humanity is an ever-widening spiral and life is the beam that plays briefly on each succeeding ring. All humanity from its beginning to its end is already present but the beam has not yet played beyond you.
— Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
it’s that sense of powerlessness that destroyed my soul. i cannot be as good as i would like to be.nor as bad as i think i need to be.i think you have the same doubts that your goodness was not rewarded
— Paulo Coelho
She discovered that underneath the aspect of the Rumpled Porcupine, a tortured Marxist was at war with an impossible, incurable Romantic - who forgot the candles, who broke the wine glasses, who forgot the ring. Who made love to her with a passion that took her breath away. She had always thought of herself as a somewhat uninteresting, thick-waisted, thick ankled girl. Not bad-looking. Not special. But when she was with Chacko, old limits were pushed back. Horizons expanded.She had never before met a man who spoke of the workd - of what it was, and how it came to be, or what he thought would become of it - in the way in which other men she knew discussed their jobs, their friends or their weekends at the beach.Being with Chacko made Margaret Kochamma feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country, into the vast extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them - as though it lay before thm like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
A soul gives power to the mind
—  and the mind empowers the soul
He didn't ask "Where will you spend eternity?" as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, "With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?
— Saul Bellow, Ravelstein
The female is, as it were, a mutilated male, and the catamenia are semen, only not pure; for there is only one thing they have not in them, the principle of soul.
— Aristotle
There are souls that can't encounter to each other.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
During the day I would move my body to the rhythm that only I could hear. I would try and connect with everything in my surroundings thinking that it somehow connected to who I was and was secretly sending me messages about what was in my soul.
— The Hippie, Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter
Let us not believe that an external fast from visible food alone can possibly be sufficient for perfection of heart and purity of body unless with it there has also been united a fast of the soul. For the soul also has its foods that are harmful. Slander is its food and indeed one that is very dear to it. A burst of anger also supplies it with miserable food for an hour and destroys it as well with its deadly savor. Envy is food of the mind, corrupting it with its poisonous juices and never ceasing to make it wretched and miserable at the prosperity and success of another. Vanity is its food which gratifies the mind with a delicious meal for a time but afterward strips it clear and bare of all virtue. Then vanity dismisses it barren and void of all spiritual fruit. All lust and shift wanderings of heart are a sort of food for the soul, nourishing it on harmful meats but leaving it afterwards without a share of its heavenly bread and really solid food. If then, with all the powers we have, we abstain from these in a most holy fast our observance of the bodily fast will be both useful and profitable.
— John Cassian, Making Life a Prayer: Selected Writings
To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.
— George Eliot, Middlemarch
At that time, I well remember whatever could excite - certain accidents of the weather, for instance, were almost dreaded by me, because they woke the being I was always lulling, and stirred up a craving cry I could not satisfy. One night a thunder-storm broke; a sort of hurricane shook us in our beds: the Catholics rose in panic and prayed to their saints. As for me, the tempest took hold of me with tyranny: I was roughly roused and obliged to live. I got up and dressed myself, and creeping outside the basement close by my bed, sat on its ledge, with my feet on the roof of a lower adjoining building. It was wet, it was wild, it was pitch dark. Within the dormitory they gathered round the night-lamp in consternation, praying loud. I could not go in: too resistless was the delight of staying with the wild hour, black and full of thunder, pealing out such an ode as language never delivered to man - too terribly glorious, the spectacle of clouds, split and pierced by white and blinding bolts.
— Charlotte Brontë
…for it is often to be observed of the shallower men, that they are the very last to despond. It is the glory of the bladder that nothing can sink it; it is the reproach of a box of treasure, that once overboard it must drown
— Herman Melville, Pierre: or, the Ambiguities
Guilt is the toothache of the soul.
— Tommy Cotton, Just Went Out for Milk
Evil surrounding can destroy a Good soul.
— Udayveer Singh
Like most arts, the link between the mind and the pen can chain you like an enslaved workaholic. Even on an intended vacation you suddenly have this killer urge to record whatever the vacation may teach.
— Criss Jami, Healology
The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
You're growing and that scares people, it frightens the shit out of them because they know if they don't step up within themselves you'll move forward with out them. When this happens, don't you dare settle to suit the mould - have courage to live without one.
— Nikki Rowe
Smartass Disciple: Master, what will happen to the men right after their death ?Master of Stupidity: They live with a same or different part of their consciousness.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
One listens to the murmur of the soul only because of boredom.
— Robert Walser, The Walk
Always listen to your soul... it speaks to you, only if you listen!
— Angie karan
The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
— Kahlil Gibran
If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.
— Markus Zusak, Getting the Girl
Body and soul can never be marriedI need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell
— Sarah Kane
Where my soul went during that swoon I cannot tell. Whatever she saw, or wherever she travelled in her trance on that strange night she kept her own secret; never whispering a word to Memory, and baffling imagination by an indissoluble silence. She may have gone upward, and come in sight of her eternal home, hoping for leave to rest now, and deeming that her painful union with matter was at last dissolved. While she so deemed, an angel may have warned her away from heaven's threshold, and, guiding her weeping down, have bound her, once more, all shuddering and unwilling, to that poor frame, cold and wasted, of whose companionship she was grown more than weary.I know she re-entered her prison with pain, with reluctance, with a moan and a long shiver. The divorced mates, Spirit and Substance, were hard to re-unite: they greeted each other, not in an embrace, but a racking sort of struggle.
— Charlotte Brontë
Christ knew that by bread alone you cannot reanimate man. If there were no spiritual life, no ideal of Beauty, man would pine away, die, go mad, kill himself or give himself to pagan fantasies. And as Christ, the ideal of Beauty in Himself and his Word, he decided it was better to implant the ideal of Beauty in the soul. If it exists in the soul, each would be the brother of everyone else and then, of course, working for each other, all would also be rich. Whereas if you give them bread, they might become enemies to each other out of boredom.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
At night I lay awake, her likeness casting dark shadows across my soul and senses, and my stomach throbbing away. I imagined her arms around me, lulling me into a phantom bliss, so frustrating, so unreal.
— Stephen Mosley
Do you have any idea who Erin was kissing?""Yeah, so we'll brush out teeth really, really thoroughly afterwards," I said, bumping her nose with mine gently. I wasn't going to let anyone spoil this moment.
— Stacey Kade
A soul that becomes the place where divine grace is harbored and encouraged joins the class of the immortals and lives on into eternal greatness.
— Garey  Gordon, The Values Pursued Life: Excellence and Greatness from Within
A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.
— Leo Tolstoy
The steady soul and the ego pretender / walk with their arms round each other's shoulders / through the mirage.
— Jay Woodman
What a person has is of no consequence, whether much or little, when it comes to the deep satisfaction of the soul. Apart from Christ, the rich and beautiful, and the poor and unlovely, will all end up in precisely the same misery.
— Kelly Minter, No Other gods: Confronting Our Modern Day Idols
The sole/soul purpose of a book is to be read.
— Dani J. Caile
But that did not stop her heart from shattering into countless pieces or her soul from shredding into slivers.
— Farrah Naseem
I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung my out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. What ever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'Ere this speech ended, I became sensible of Heathcliff's presence. Having noticed a slight movement, I turned my head, and saw him rise from the bench, and steal out noiselessly. He had listened till he heard Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no further.
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.
— Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting
I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.
— Aleksandar Hemon
Gnostic tales tell of the homesickness of the soul, its yearning for its own milieu…
— Thomas   Moore, Original Self: Living with Paradox and Originality
Prepare to evacuate soul in five, in four, three, two, one.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
I would willingly pass my life writing and re-writing the same book - that one book every writer carries within him - the image of his own soul.
— Ignazio Silone
His friends told him that nobody was interested in his goddam soul unless it was the priest and he managed to answer that no priest taking orders from no pope was going to tamper with his soul. They told him he didn't have any soul and left for the brothel.He took a long time to believe them because he wanted to believe them. All he wanted was to believe them and get rid of it once and for all, and he saw opportunity here to get rid of it without corruption, to be converted to nothing instead of to evil. The army sent him halfway around the world and forgot him. He was wounded and they remembered him long enough to take the shrapnel out of his chest - they said they took it out but they never showed it to him and he felt it still in there, rusted, and poisoning him - and then they sent him to another desert and forgot him again. He had all the time he could want to study his soul in and assure himself that it was not there. When he was thoroughly convinced, he saw that this was something that he had always known.
— Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood
Essence of any creature encompasses more than one realm.Here now this body, is a vehicle of my essence in this universe.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
Stories are psycho-diagnostic ― they diagnose the condition of our psyches. When we watch, read or hear a story, whatever detail jumps out reflects an issue in our psyche that requires our attention.
— Thea Euryphaessa, Running Into Myself
We have been cut off from our souls in the West, and because romantic love has become our religion, we think we can find fulfillment through this extraordinary and powerful force that draws us into an illusion of permanence. Passion makes us feel alive, makes us sing, makes us feel in touch with something powerful and wonderful, just as it would if we followed this meaning in life in a more spiritual practice. In the West it is often through such relationships, through another human being, that we search desperately for something, not knowing it is to be found within ourselves.
— Sarah Bartlett, Mythical Lovers, Divine Desires: The World's Great Love Legends
While the powers of the Primal Cause lie in causation, it shows itself in process through thoughts, perception and conception. It is the power of the Primal Cause to decipher what is perceived from the ordered plane and conceive judgments through thoughts from the unordered.
— Dew Platt, The Rudeness of Soul
As it is with spiritual discoveries and affections given at first conversion, so it is in all subsequent illuminations and affections of that kind; they are all transforming. There is a like divine power and energy in them as in the first discoveries; they still reach the bottom of the heart, and affect and alter the very nature of the soul, in proportion to the degree in which they are given. And a transformation of nature is continued and carried on by them to the end of life, until it is brought to perfection in glory.
— Jonathan Edwards, The Religious Affections
And at that moment, Thibaut knew he was a murderer. He had murdered his brother that night; he had taken away his brother's soul.
— C. JoyBell C., Saint Paul Trois Chateaux: 1948
The essence of all things determines souls that are fit to send messages for their kinds.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
— Wilfred Owen, The Poems Of Wilfred Owen
How much soul can include the self-salvation of sin?
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
Body needs variable of time to be able to settle presence of soul in this three-dimensional space.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh.
— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
Your life is fragile. Your body, mind, and soul need to be protected, loved, and cared for. Make sure your actions provide love and health to yourself.
— Avina Celeste
Love does not broadcast its arrival, it just creeps up and envelops your soul when you least expect it. It is up to you whether you welcome or fight it, but one thing is for sure...It will get you in the end...
— Virginia Alison
THE CONSCIOUSNESS IS THE ATMAN, THE SOUL.The first meaning is: in this world, only consciousness is yours. The word atman means: that which is your own. Regardless of how much the rest may appear to you as your own, it is alien. All of that which you otherwise claim as yours – friends, loved ones, family, wealth, fame, high position, a great empire – it is all a deception. Because one day death will snatch it all away from you. So death is the criterion for determining who is your own and who is the stranger. That which death can separate you from, know that it didn’t belong to you, and that which it can’t, was indeed your own.
— Osho, Bliss: Living beyond happiness and misery
She has one hell of a dark soul,but damn,it’s so full of light!
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
While they all ink their skin,I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
In my spare time, I always go back to my soul...Asking... Are you still alive?
— Irfa Rahat
I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
Like everyone, I want my soul to thrum. I run my long nails over the keys like I'm scratching the back of a lover.
— Carlos Hernández, The Assimilated Cuban's Guide to Quantum Santeria
It’s so interesting how transparency works. Not only can you see yourself when you open, relax, show up fully, and allow vulnerability to be natural, but that empowers others to see more of you—and of themselves. On the other hand, when you’re open, exposed, and undefended without even trying, you can see through layers of interference or illusions of opacity in people and situations that used to stop you. You have Superman’s X-ray vision!" —from Transparency: Seeing Through to Our Expanded Human Capacity
— Penney Peirce, Transparency: Seeing Through to Our Expanded Human Capacity
Nourish the body, nourish the soul. Punish the body, punish the soul.
— M.L. Shanahan
thoughts feelings actions emotions behavior ,which one have most powerful effect to change you ? ,which one of them can control the others ? which one come from your soul?which one come without restrictions? Which one should you trust more ?
— Sherif Mansy
The soul’s a matter of the heart, Robert, and the heart’s a mystery even the greatest scientists don’t understand.
— Peter Bunzl, Cogheart
It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
Who can save my wretched soul? Only the Saviour , the Lord Jesus Christ.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Holding as we do that, while knowledge of any kind is a thing to be honoured and prized, one kind of it may, either by reason of its greater exactness or of a higher dignity and greater wonderfulness in its objects, be more honourable and precious than another, on both accounts we should naturally be led to place in the front rank the study of the soul. The knowledge of the soul admittedly contributes greatly to the advance of truth in general, and, above all, to our understanding of Nature, for the soul is in some sense the principle of animal life. Our aim is to grasp and understand, first its essential nature, and secondly its properties; of these some are thought to be affections proper to the soul itself, while others are considered to attach to the animal owing to the presence of soul. To attain any knowledge about the soul is one of the most difficult things in the world. As the form of question which here presents itself, viz. the question 'What is it?', recurs in other fields, it might be supposed that there was some single method of inquiry applicable to all objects whose essential nature we are endeavouring to ascertain (as there *is* for incidental properties the single method of demonstration); in that case what we should have to seek for would be this unique method. But if there is no such single and general method for solving the question of essence, our task becomes still more difficult; in the case of each different subject we shall have to determine the appropriate process of investigation. If to this there be a clear answer, e.g. that the process is demonstration or division, or some other known method, many difficulties and hesitations still beset us—with what facts shall we begin the inquiry? For the facts which form the starting-points in different subjects must be different, as e.g. in the case of numbers and surfaces. First, no doubt, it is necessary to determine in which of the *summa genera* soul lies, what it *is*; is it 'a this-somewhat', a substance, or is a quale or a quantum, or some other of the remaining kinds of predicates which we have distinguished? Further, does soul belong to the class of potential existents, or is it not rather an actuality? Our answer to this question is of the greatest importance."―from_On the Soul: Book I_
— Aristotle
We must consider also whether soul is divisible or is without parts, and whether it is everywhere homogeneous or not; and if not homogeneous, whether its various forms are different specifically or generically; up to the present time those who have discussed and investigated soul seem to have confined themselves to the human soul. We must be careful not to ignore the question whether soul can be defined in a single account, as is the case with animal, or whether we must not give a separate account of each sort of it, as we do for horse, dog, man, god (in the latter case the universal, animal—and so too every other common predicate—is either nothing or posterior). Further, if what exists is not a plurality of souls, but a plurality of parts of one soul, which ought we to investigate first, the whole soul or its parts? It is also a difficult problem to decide which of these parts are in nature distinct from one another. Again, which ought we to investigate first, these parts or their functions, mind or thinking, the faculty or the act of sensation, and so on? If the investigation of the functions precedes that of the parts, the further question suggests itself: ought we not before either to consider the correlative objects, e.g. of sense or thought? It seems not only useful for the discovery of the causes of the incidental proprieties of substances to be acquainted with the essential nature of those substances (as in mathematics it is useful for the understanding of the property of the equality of the interior angles of a triangle to two right angles to know the essential nature of the straight and the curved or of the line and (the plane) but also conversely, for the knowledge of the essential nature of a substance is largely promoted by an acquaintance with its properties: for, when we are able to give an account conformable to experience of all or most of the properties of a substance, we shall be in the most favourable position to say something worth saying about the essential nature of that subject: in all demonstration a definition of the essence is required as a starting point, so that definitions which do not enable us to discover the incidental properties, or which fail to facilitate even a conjecture about them, must obviously, one and all, be dialectical and futile." —from_On the Soul: Book I_
— Aristotle
I am so Thankful in the knowledge… If I want to learn something I can study it. However, If I want to have something etched in my Soul, I must Teach it. Always remembering that each of us teaches best that which we, the teacher, most need to learn
— Raymond D. Longoria Jr.
I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams, its pain, its victories, its secrets. The guitar’s strings purred with blues and ended with a haunting solitary song with no lyrics.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.
— Alfa H, Abandoned Breaths
A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar will choose his master and when he does, you’ll know it.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one one breath at a time.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
You know a wild spirit just by looking at them, they carry a vibe that doesn't appear often but when it does my god you won't forget them. They are always passing through lives, never staying put, but always remembered long after they have left. These souls are kindred spirits, they connect deeply or not at all.
— Nikki Rowe
The free soul finds ease in cage.
— Mahrukh
The eyes, too, were reptilelike in glint and gaze. Yet at that instant, humbled and alert in their look, they were lit by one tiny human point, the window of a shriveled soul, poignant and selfembittered.
— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
There salvation for every soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Light is the spirit of love.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
Under the penitential gatesSustained by staring SeraphimWhere the souls of the devoutBurn invisible and dim.
— T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962
When you choose intuitive living, you are signing a contract with the Soul and the Spirit that you will follow your own path.
— Katalin Bator-Hos, The SUPERMAGICIAN Within: Get Unstuck and Discover a Whole New Life With Your Intuitive Self
She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.
— Melody  Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.
— Melody  Lee
I'm a tangled mess of wild.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
Harmony is everything, your central nervous system can bear witness to that in every area of your life...if you let your soul step to the open MIC!
— Tracey Bond, Spirit Fed Entrepreneur: Grow Your Business with a Fearless Mindset
I have a dark soul, that doesn't mean I don't love the sun, rainbows and things that emphasize the light.
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
(...) an inner feeling called "Stimmung" by the germans and best translated as sentiment (it is to be regreted that this word, sentiment, which is meant to describe the poetical efforts of an artist living soul, has been misused and finally, ridiculed. Was there ever a great word that the masses did not try immediatly to cheapen and desecrate?) (...)
— Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art
The soul that knows suffering, understand the grace of solitude.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The romantic within us is a harbinger of our deepest desires.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough
I didn't survivethe storm outsideto allow anyone (including myself)to erode my soul
— Vijaya Gowrisankar
I was wandering lonely and lost, till the musicyou played pulledmy soul into a vortex of emotions, reminding me thatI was still alive
— Vijaya Gowrisankar
...the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.
— Upton Sinclair - The Jungle
She placed her arms and hands strategically over the areas of her body that she felt uncomfortable with, but he moved closer, and his hands gently pulled them away too. “There’s no need to hide from me, you’re beautiful.” His lips then softly kissed the places that she tried to hide. At first, she felt self-conscious, but after taking several deep breaths, she focused purely on him, and not on her fears of not being sexy enough. She felt open, perhaps a little too exposed, more naked inside than out. She knew that her old inhibitions were causing her nervousness, and tried harder to relax. It was difficult having someone looking deeper than her just her body, something she wasn’t used to.
— Tracey-anne McCartney, A Carpet of Purple Flowers
There is salvation for every soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Be yourself, the divine soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Is worth for a man to lose his soul, and gain worldly wealth?
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The soul knows its sorrow.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The sense of a soul and afterlife is an intuitive illusion.
— Christopher Zzenn Loren
Meditation on scriptures is soothing to the soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
More often than not we forget to give time to ourselves; we are so caught up in our daily lives that we ignore our wants, desires and wishes. Don’t lose your identity in this busy world; don’t give false promises to yourself saying that you will live it up once you have reached a certain level. Don’t put your career ahead of yourself otherwise you will either break down or burn out. Take time off for yourself and the right time to do that is NOW. Self care is just as important, if not more, as your career goals. You can do justice to your daily life, your career, your ambitions and your dreams provided you are well and alive. So now on create the ME time, nourish your soul and make self care your main concern.
— Latika Teotia
Whoever purifies his soul shall be clean.
— Lailah Gifty Akita