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So now the sky was falling. Maybe the end of the world. Maybe Jesus coming again. That suited her.White lights shot across the sky. She lost count. She stood and watched through Sidney's telescope and felt. For the first time in a year she wasn't ice cold all the way to her soul. It was as close as she could be to free in her stronghold of a home.Logic told her that the world probably wasn't coming to an end. That would be too easy. She hadn't had an easy day in her life.She pulled the telescope away from her eye and watched white slices of heavenly light. Content with the goosebumps of fear, her spirits rose. Assuming the world wasn't ending, she'd come to a good place out here. Her children were safe. She was safe-- bitterly lonely but safe.
— Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
I believe in God, the light of life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
There is more to life than I imagine. Life is spiritual. We are heavenly beings.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Who can understand the profound mystery of God?
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Rejoice and thank God in the midst of your storms. For those people who have been through hell and back but continue to have smiles on their faces, they are the examples of God’s grace and mercy
— Latorria Freeman, Turn My Life Around Discovering Your Purpose
now why is the devil's money accepted, the world's offer embraced, and God's rejected? Truly, men do not know the worth of what God offers them. The money the devil and the world offer is in their own currency, and is familiar to them. Swine trample on pearls, because they do not know their value. Men prefer the poor things they have because they are in their current possession. The devil seeks to peck out the eyes of men, that they do not see the blessed God and the happiness that is to be enjoyed in him. O how dull is the world's glass in the presence of true crystal! The magnet of earth will not draw man's affections while heaven is visible. He that has fed on the heavenly banquet cannot savor anything else.
— George Swinnock
It is not enough to believe. Believe must lead to change of attitude and conduct.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Christianity is living hope.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
God is all-knowing, all-powerful and all-bountiful.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Your tongue, His name.
— Steven Chopade
And all at once he saw before him a precipice, as it were without bottom. He was a patrician, a military tribune, a powerful man; but above every power of that world to which he belonged was a madman whose will and malignity it was impossible to foresee. Only such people as the Christians might cease to reckon with Nero or fear him, people for whom this whole world, with its separations and sufferings, was as nothing; people for whom death itself was as nothing. All others had to tremble before him. The terrors of the time in which they lived showed themselves to Vinicius in all their monstrous extent...Vinicius felt, for the first time in life, that either the world must change and be transformed, or life would become impossible altogether. He understood also this, which a moment before had been dark to him, that in such times only Christians could be happy.
— Henryk Sienkiewicz
Almighty Father, do not destroy mankind. Save us from every calamity.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Denominations divide while the cross unites.
— Deborah Brodie, The Path That Gets Brighter: A Devotional to Instruct, Illustrate, and Encourage Kingdom Principles
Alone in the dark, the Creator lights a flame of fire, to guide my path.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
A man ought to pray daily for himself, his wife, his children and his family.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Married couples must pray and study the Bible daily.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Second Corinthians speaks concerning the ministry, which is constituted with, and produced and formed by, the experiences of the riches of Christ through sufferings, consuming pressures, and the killing work of the cross. The ministry is not merely a matter of gift. A person may be able to speak fluently and eloquently and give many good illustrations and proverbs, but this is just a gift. What the church, the Body, needs today is the ministry.
— Witness Lee, An Autobiography Of A Person In Spirit
You must daily communicate with God.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Never accuse God. He doesn't buy that.
— Elias Tan JS
You must determine your goal. What matters most? Winning arguments? Or resembling Christ? Even in the heat of an argument we should be asking ourselves if we are acting like Christ.
— Francis Chan, You and Me Forever: Marriage in Light of Eternity
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
— Nicholas Sparks
What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
— Daniel Defoe
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
— Jalaluddin Rumi
Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty cents.
— Marilyn Monroe
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed. 
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
— José Saramago, Blindness
If I were a carpenter, I would build you a window to my soul. But I would leave that window shut and locked, so that every time you tried to look through it all you would see is your own reflection. You would see that my soul is a reflection of you.
— Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat
My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
— Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
— Anne Sexton
If you don't take risks, you'll have a wasted soul.
— Drew Barrymore
Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly -- that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion -- these are the two things that govern us.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Stories
Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.
— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
— Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
Music is an outburst of the soul.
— Frederick Delius
Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.
— Dave Pelzer, A Child Called "It"
It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed
— Thomas  Moore, Care of the Soul: A Guide for Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life
Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfillment.
— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.
— L.M. Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside
There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
— Vincent van Gogh
A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.
— V. Vale, Modern Primitives: An Investigation of Contemporary Adornment and Ritual
So the unwanting soulsees what's hidden,and the ever-wanting soulsees only what it wants.
— Lao Tzu
There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtures are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
That's what makes it so right. Your eyes—your soul is there, but the rest of you is still so undefined. That's the beauty of childhood. The eyes show everything you've seen so far, but the rest of you is still so open to possibility, to whatever you might become.
— Bree Despain, The Dark Divine
I drink to separate my body from my soul.
— Oscar Wilde
Have you got any soul?" a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.
— Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, 'This is the real me,' and when you have found that attitude, follow it.
— William James, The Principles of Psychology
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.
— Edward Abbey
One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.
— John O'Donohue
Idris: Are all people like this?The Doctor: Like what?Idris: So much bigger on the inside.
— Neil Gaiman
A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.
— Michel Faber, The Crimson Petal and the White
Crying relieves pressure on soul.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
We rarely find a depth by looking inside of ourselves for it. Depth is found in what we can learn from the people and things around us. Everyone, everything, has a story, Gia. When you learn those stories, you learn experiences that fill you up, that expand your understanding. You add layers to your soul.
— Kasie West, The Fill-In Boyfriend
This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.
— Roman Payne, Cities & Countries
I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.
— Stephenie Meyer, The Host
I've known rivers:I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
— Langston Hughes
I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.
— Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen
There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.
— Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows
If my eyes have pain, I close them; If my body aches, I rest it; If my heart breaks, I mend it; If my soul is lost, I pray for it
— Jeremy Aldana
But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.
— Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight
The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel... its poverty by how little.
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Invincible
The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.
— John Calvin
Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.
— Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures
Everyone, either from modesty or egotism, hides away the best and most delicate of his soul’s possessions; to gain the esteem of others, we must only ever show our ugliest sides; this is how we keep ourselves on the common level
— Gustave Flaubert, November
A great song should lift your heart, warm the soul and make you feel good.
— Colbie Caillat
Sunshine, if I ever disappear, please tell people that I ran after the Devil, trying to get my soul back.
— April Genevieve Tucholke, Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night
— a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light
How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?
— Mary Doria Russell, Children of God
It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.
— Thomas   Moore, Care of the Soul: Guide for Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life
Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It’s pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body and that’s how I knew she was deeply affected.
— Renee Carlino, Sweet Thing
Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' goldAnd like the sky my soul is also turnin'Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind
— Ray Lamontagne, God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise
Have you ever sensed that our soul is immortal and never dies?
— Plato, The Republic
You've got the look of a girl who's no stranger to the page. I can tell. You've got words in your soul.
— Jay Kristoff, Nevernight
Every single human soul has more meaning and value than the whole of history.
— Nikolai A. Berdyaev
You can have regret from yesterday, fear tomorrow, but peace today by sharing your heart’s deepest feelings. A life spent being fearful of showing your soul is a life not worth living.
— Shannon L. Alder
Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.
— Ivan Doig, The Whistling Season
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
— Virginia Woolf
Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.
— Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954
The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land — all things born of the soul that can only be felt.
— Anthony De Sa, Barnacle Love
The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.
— John Vance Cheney
If you want to discover the true character of a person, you have only to observe what they are passionate about.
— Shannon L. Alder
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was.My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon.”“So what happened?” I asked.“I punched him.”For a moment, we stared at him in silence. “You punched the reaper?” I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink.“Yeah.” He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my father smile. “Broke his nose.
— Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Take
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.
— Nancy Farmer, The House of the Scorpion
To be really mediæval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes.
— Oscar Wilde, Complete Works of Oscar Wilde
The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in the face of all superstition or despair. I marvel at human endurance.
— Anne Rice, Pandora
...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.
— Maria V. Snyder, Poison Study
Emotion is always multiplied in the art of a person who doesn't really show much emotion. It once expanded deep within his hidden soul, and following the downplay his audience is blown away.
— Criss Jami, Killosophy
More learning can occur when there are many obstacles then when thear are few or none. A life with difficult relationships, filled with obstacles and losses, presents the most opportunity for the soul's growth. You may have chosen the more difficult life so that you could accelerate your physical progress
— Brian L. Weiss
He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
— Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.Sold my soul and yeah, the truth hurts.
— Marina Diamandis Marina and the Diamonds
When you touch the celestial in your heart, you will realize that the beauty of your soul is so pure, so vast and so devastating that you have no option but to merge with it. You have no option but to feel the rhythm of the universe in the rhythm of your heart.
— Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations
How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess
There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me
—  the one around me will crush me
If life is a journey then let my soul travel and share your pain.
— Santosh Kalwar
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
— Arthur Rimbaud
I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...)What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?"Who says I even got one?"For the sake of argument, let's say you do."Who says I want an argument?
— Neal Shusterman, Unwind
What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
— Oscar Wilde, A House of Pomegranates
I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown.He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.
— Amy Winehouse
The Wrong we have Done, Thought, or Intended Will wreak its Vengeance onOur SOULS.
— C.G. Jung
In the privacy of my dreams, I'm a warrior.
— Kimberly Derting, The Essence
What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Sing you a song and steal your soul.
— Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
The supposedly immaterial soul, we now know, can be bisected with a knife, altered by chemicals, started or stopped by electricity, and extinguished by a sharp blow or by insufficient oxygen.
— Steven Pinker, How the Mind Works
I am the soul in limbo.
— André Breton, Nadja
You have to be able to center yourself, to let all of your emotions go. Don’t ever forget that you play with your soul as well as your body.
— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Whatever happened, I'd met my person, the one my soul connected to.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Chastity is not an attribute of body, but soul.
— Udai Yadla, A Walk in the Rain
I still don't know if things fit together, or if everything will be all right in the end. But I believe that something means something. I believe in cleansing the soul through fun and games. I also believe in love. And I have several good friends, and just one bad one.
— Erlend Loe, Naïve. Super
This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea.These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine."O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.
— Sara Teasdale
The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
— Thomas More
His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul.
— J.M. Coetzee, Disgrace
Explore me,' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon’s wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
All you can ever achieve is a sense of your soul. You gain little glimpses of its light, colors, and contours. You feel the inspiration of its possibilities and the wonder of its mysteries.
— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
Two people who are true friends are like two bodies with one soul
— Chaim Potok
Never work just for money or for power. They won't save your soul or help you sleep at night.
— Marian Wright Edelman
Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.
— George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss
Charisma is the fragrance of soul.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by day,And wondered if each one of usWould end the self-same way,For none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray.
— Oscar Wilde
The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.
— Seneca
My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own.
— Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly let anyone completely in. The desire for another human being to know you, all of you, all the pieces, even the ones you’re ashamed of — is huge. But too often, we sit down and sort through the pieces only picking out the pretty ones, leaving the ugly ones behind, not realizing that choosing not to share with someone else is like committing a crime against our very soul
— Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic
I want to be as idle as I can, so that my soul may have time to grow.
— Elizabeth von Arnim, The Solitary Summer
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
— William Shakespeare, Othello
My soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak, I call you - are you there? I have returned, I am here again. I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet, and I have come to you, I am with you. After long years of long wandering, I have come to you again. Should I tell you everything I have seen, experienced, and drunk in? Or do you not want to hear about all the noise of life and the world? But one thing you must know: the one thing I have learned is that one must live this life. Do you still know me? How long the separation lasted! Everything has become so different. And how did I find you? How strange my journey was! What words should I use to tell you on what twisted paths a good star has guided me to you? Give me your hand, my almost forgotten soul. How warm the joy at seeing you again, you long disavowed soul. Life has led me back to you. Let us thank the life I have lived for all the happy and all the sad hours, for every joy, for every sadness. My soul, my journey should continue with you. I will wander with you and ascend to my solitude.
— C.G. Jung, The Red Book: Liber Novus
Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
Color directly influences the soul. Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another purposively, to cause vibrations in the soul.
— Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art
... when someone sees a soul disturbed and unable to see something, he won't laugh mindlessly, but he'll take into consideration whether it has come from a brighter life and is dimmed through not having yet become accustomed to the dark or whether it has come from greater ignorance into greater light and is dazzled by the increased brillance.
— Plato, The Republic
The secret and the sacred are sisters. When the secret is not respected, the sacred vanishes. Consequently, reflection should not shine too severe or aggressive a light on the world of the soul.
— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
My music is the spiritual expression of what I am — my faith, my knowledge, my being...When you begin to see the possibilities of music, you desire to do something really good for people, to help humanity free itself from its hangups...I want to speak to their souls.
— John Coltrane
Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.
— Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts
She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.
— Christine Feehan, Turbulent Sea
Certainly the determining acts of her life were not ideally beautiful. They were the mixed result of young and novel impulse struggling amidst the conditions of an imperfect social state, in which great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion.
— George Eliot, Middlemarch
Forgiveness is healing—everything is energy—thoughts create—we are all connected—what you resist persists—true love never dies—the soul’s immortality is the only true immortality—
— Alyson Noel, Everlasting
Your soul is the priestess of memory, selecting, sifting, and ultimately gathering your vanishing days toward presence.
— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.
— Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times
Musically, he was like an old man in a boy's skin.
— Eric Clapton
It's not worth losing your soul to win a guy.
— Daniel Nayeri, Another Faust
I am the Atma abiding in the heart of all beings. I am also the beginning, the middle, and the end of all beings.
— Anonymous, The Bhagavad Gita
Sometimes, the only soul that can mend a broken heart is the one that broke it. For they are the ones holding all the pieces.
— Patti Roberts, The Angels Are Here
Now I am going to reveal to you something which is very pure, a totally white thought. It is always in my heart; it blooms at each of my steps... The Dance is love, it is only love, it alone, and that is enough... I, then, it is amorously that I dance: to poems, to music but now I would like to no longer dance to anything but the rhythm of my soul.
— Isadora  Duncan
When a man touches a woman's body, he is not just touching her body. It goes MUCH DEEPER than that for a woman. He is touching parts of her soul-parts as diverse as how she feels about being a grandmother some day, to what is her favorite ice cream, to how much she loves her pet, and to her opinion of how the current President is governing. The man wants a sexual encounter and love is far from his mind; she desires permanence, commitment, safety, and security.
— Jim Anderson, Unmasked: Exposing the Cultural Sexual Assault
The heart of an Irishman is nothing but his imagination
— George Bernard Shaw
Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.
— C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
The illusion is we are only physical.
— Vanna Bonta, Flight: A Quantum Fiction Novel
It is the imagination that argues for the Divine Spark within human beings. It is literally a decent of the World's Soul into all of us.
— Terence McKenna
Don’t be so hard on yourself, You’re doing the same thing, trying to reconcile all the moms that Mom ever was - The one you wanted, the one she was when you needed her and she was there, the one she was when she didn’t understand. Most of us don’t live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we’re a whole bunch of selves. When someone dies, they all integrate into the soul - the essence of who we are, beyond the different faces we wear throughout our lives. You’re just hating the selves you’ve always hated, and loving the ones you’ve always loved. It’s bound to mess you up.
— Christopher Moore, A Dirty Job
Thoughts are as simple as the process…a message from the soul
—  conveyed through the heart
The artist’s task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found.
— Terence McKenna
He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.
— Graham Greene, Doctor Fischer of Geneva or The Bomb Party
Confession is good for the soul, they say. I'd imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand--too damning.
— Kate Karyus Quinn, Another Little Piece
No matter our talent, we all know in the midnight of our souls that 90 percent of what we do is less than our best.
— Robert McKee, Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting
I can no longer be sure whether the psyche is in me or whether I'm in the psyche...
— James Hillman
I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.
— Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima
If the river has a soul, it's a peaceful one. If it has a lesson to impart, that lesson is patience. There will be drought, it says; there will be floods; the ice will form, the ice will melt; the water will flow and blend into the river's brackish mouth, then join the ocean between Lewes and Cape May, endlessly, forever, amen.
— Therese Anne Fowler, Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald
I will not be a common man. I will stir the smooth sands of monotony. I do not crave security. I wish to hazard my soul to opportunity.
— Peter O'Toole
When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears
— Ikechukwu Izuakor
fanaticism is the only way to put an end to the doubts that constantly trouble the human soul.
— Paulo Coelho, The Zahir
Ocean separates lands, not souls..
— Munia Khan
The soul is the weariest part of the body.
— Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
Many of the most deeply spiritual moments of my life haven't happened just in my mind or in my soul. They happened while holding my son in the middle of the night, or watching the water break along the shore, or around my table, watching the people I love feel nourished in all sorts of ways.
— Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way
Their screams would echo through the house and reverberate against my eardrums until my mind would fracture. Years went by and with each fracture
—  I lost a piece of my soul until I became lost and empty inside.
This is [her] soul group.’What do you mean?’It’s a group of souls with whom she resonates closely.
— James Redfield, The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision
Sometimes it takes great suffering to pierce the soul and open it up to greatness
— Jocelyn  Murray
There’s a drive in a lost soul—in one that is searching for acceptance, companionship, belonging, whatever you want to call it. The slightest coincidence ignites a spark that one hopes will lead to something meaningful.
— Doug   Cooper, Outside In
Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.
— Caitlin Kittredge, The Iron Thorn
There's only one place I want to go and it's to all the places I've never been.
— Nikki Rowe
We'll stop it, even if my body crumbles to bits I'll stop it with my soul!
— Hiro Mashima
Breathe next to me. And I will capture a piece of your soul along with mine.
— Marikit dR. Camba, Vividly Vague
You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.
— Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom
Everybody has a soul." I turn to Pelly. "And that means you, too." "I'm not so sure of that," he says. "What does it feel like?" "Having a soul?" I look at Maxine, but she only shrugs. "I don't know," I tell Pelly. "I don't have anything to compare it to- you know, what not having a sould would feel like." We fall into a kind of awkward silence. I don't know about the others, but I'm working on what a soul is and not coming up with a whole lot. I mean, I just always thought of it as me- what I feel like being me. But surely Pelly feels like himself, so that means he's got a soul right? But if that's not your soul, then what is? It's weird and not something you really think about, is it?
— Charles de Lint, The Blue Girl
I am an empty mind with an empty body and with an empty soul. I am neither haunting for anything nor something.
— Santosh Kalwar
Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Loving someone can be hard at times. You risk a lot when you love - your heart and soul, at the least. Love is the most important and most rewarding investment you can make in another person.
— J.E.B. Spredemann, A Secret of the Heart
She had a way of moving that moved him as much as music, which was what moved him most of all. Surely the spirit animating that pearless body must be unusual too? Why would nature make a vessel like that, if not to contain something still more valuable?
— J.K. Rowling, The Casual Vacancy
Deal with all this, live with myself, you mean? I honestly don't know. I stand often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking that same question, looking down into the dark crevices where the black monsters dwell on the bottom. They gaze up at me, and I look them in the eyes. “This also you are,” they say, and I almost fall into the void.”“And then?”Anaxantis shrugged.“And then? I turn around and go do what needs to be done. What else is there?
— Andrew Ashling, The Invisible Chains - Part 1: Bonds of Hate
We have a soul at times.No one’s got it non-stop,for keeps.Day after day,year after yearmay pass without it.Sometimesit will settle for awhileonly in childhood’s fears and raptures.Sometimes only in astonishmentthat we are old.It rarely lends a handin uphill tasks,like moving furniture,or lifting luggage,or going miles in shoes that pinch.It usually steps outwhenever meat needs choppingor forms have to be filled.For every thousand conversationsit participates in one,if even that,since it prefers silence.Just when our body goes from ache to pain,it slips off-duty.It’s picky:it doesn’t like seeing us in crowds,our hustling for a dubious advantageand creaky machinations make it sick.Joy and sorrowaren’t two different feelings for it.It attends usonly when the two are joined.We can count on itwhen we’re sure of nothingand curious about everything.Among the material objectsit favors clocks with pendulumsand mirrors, which keep on workingeven when no one is looking.It won’t say where it comes fromor when it’s taking off again,though it’s clearly expecting such questions.We need itbut apparentlyit needs usfor some reason too.
— Wisława Szymborska
What happened to you?" she asked."Ben was feeling artistic. Wanted to rearrange my face.
— Stacey Kade, Body & Soul
My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
There is more to a soul than what others see
— Colleen Coble, Fire Dancer
She has often felt that her outsides were too dull for her insides, that deep within her there was something better than what everyone else could see.
— Myla Goldberg, Bee Season
My parents had torn through my innocence and left me with a tar-like substance that was corrupting what was left of me. I could feel it at night
—  slithering and curling around my soul as it slowly devoured me. It was draining my energy and replacing it with an evil I was afraid to confront.
My body is precious and not separate from my soul.
— S.A.R.K., Succulent Wild Woman
If we can feel that it is not our voice, not our fingers, but some reality deep inside our heart which is expressing itself, then we will know that it is the soul’s music.
— Sri Chinmoy
The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.
— Tanith Lee, Death's Master
We drive down the road in complete silence for a few miles listening to 50 Cent. As soon as he tells us that he's into having sex, he ain't into making love, Casey turns the volume down and begins telling me the following information: " I love you so much. We're going to have the best life together. I can't wait." Every word she says makes me feel a little more like faking a stroke and pretending to lose all memory of who I was, but it's not until she looks me in the eye and says in all seriousness, "You're my soul mate," that I realize I am not going to marry her.
— Chad Kultgen, The Average American Male
The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.
— Henry Ward Beecher
We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save each other that evoke our capacity to hold another life without dishonoring its mystery never trying to coerce the other into meeting our own needs.
— Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation
Words are truly the image of the soul.
— Basil the Great
Bella. "Nathan Malone is dead." He caught her shoulders, shook her."No!" she screamed back. And she couldn't hit him. She wanted to, and she couldn't."look at me," he yelled. "Look at me, Bella. What happened killed the man you loved. All that is left is this. The man you see now.The name name I carry now. Anything else is no possible.""No!" She pulled away from him, stumbled to her feet, and shook with the rage pounding through her. "The name may be dead, but you are not dead. "You weren't just a SEAL," she cried. "You weren't just a friend, or a son, or a grandson, or a brother. You weren't just a warrior." She clenched her fists, pressed to her stomach as the agony swell up through every cell of her body. "You are my husband. My lover.It doesn't matter if your name is Nathan, Noah, or hey fucking you, you are my my lover. My soul. My heart.
— Lora Leigh, Wild Card
Beware of more powerful weapons. They often inflict as much damage to your soul as they do to you enemies.
— Greg Cox, The Rise and Fall of Khan Noonien Singh
There might have been prettier women in the room but, when she turned those babies on, fluttered her eyelashes, I was hers. It had taken me nearly fifteen years to extinguish their light. Now, when she looks at me, it's a vacuum. I had drained so much from her over the course of our marriage that every glance rips a little bit of my soul away to fill the void I had whittled within her.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Of Christmas Present
The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective.
— G.K. Chesterton, A Chesterton calendar
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
— Gérard de Nerval
...you find your genius by looking in the mirror of your life. Your visible image shows your inner truth, so when you're estimating others, what you see is what you get. It therefore becomes critically important to see generously, or you will get only what you see; to see sharply, so that you discern the mix of traits rather than a generalized lump; and to see deeply into dark shadows, or else you will be deceived.
— James Hillman, The Soul's Code: In Search of Character and Calling
This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.
— Roman Payne, Cities & Countries
But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.
— James     Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
Even knowing that my presence brought a shadow over the lives of my loved ones, I can't regret the experiences I've had with them. They gave me life, becoming an integral part of my soul. They healed me when I was broken and somehow they recovered those parts of me, I thought lost forever.
— J.D. Stroube, Caged by Damnation
A sure way of retaining the grace of heaven is to disregard outward appearances, and diligently to cultivate such things as foster amendment of life and fervour of soul, rather than to cultivate those qualities that seem most popular.
— Thomas à Kempis, The Inner Life
Human is a suffered mind but an enlightened soul.
— Santosh Kalwar
Insatiable is my desire for you, Insane is my love you,Limitless are my boundaries for you, True are my feelings for you,Wildest are my imaginations for you, Intense is my passion for you,Soul is my offering for you, Commitment is my promise to you,
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
It would be dreadfullyironic, I mused, if once I earned a soul, I forgot everything about being fey, including all my memories of her. That sort of ending seemedappropriately tragic; the smitten fey creature becomes human but forgets why he wanted to in the first place. Old fairy tales loved that sort of irony.
— Julie Kagawa