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But singing isn’t just about belting it out, is it? It’s not just who has the most wobble or the highest note, no, it’s about phrasing, and being delicate, and getting just the right feeling from a song, the soul of it, so that something real happens inside you when a man opens his mouth to sing, and don’t you want to feel something real rather than just having your poor earholes bashed in?
— Zadie Smith, Swing Time
When a man’s trust is violated, he will leave even his friend. Hey, you shouldn’t leave him! There is the energy of the absolute Self within and if the knowledge of the Self is attained, one may even attain the state of the absolute-Self!
— Dada Bhagwan
If the Soul were perceivable through the senses, there would have been no need to look for God; He would have been visible the moment one is born. Where the senses don’t work, the mind doesn’t work, the intellect doesn’t work, where nothing works; God is seen. That is why it is said, ‘I am indeed in your heart. Deceit (kapat) creates the veil and that is why He cannot be seen.
— Dada Bhagwan
knowledge is infnite , time is limited ,sucess is temprary so enlighten your soul before leaving it..
— Vivek Verma
There is a sacred potential in every soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Is there any soul without any struggle?
— Lailah Gifty Akita
There is Soul within you and if you have the faith in It
—  everything in this world will be available to you.
After coming into the human life form, if one stays as the Self [Soul] and does not interfere in the discharging karmas, he will indeed go to moksha. And if he interferes, he will incarnate in a different life form.
— Dada Bhagwan
By one fact, the Self [Soul] is the creator [of new karma]. From another fact, the Self [Soul] is not the creator.
— Dada Bhagwan
In suffering, the soul cries out!
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The mind-speech and body remain ‘effective’, the outer environment is also ‘effective’ and when the Self (Soul) remains ‘un-effective’; that is the ultimate stage!
— Dada Bhagwan
The by-product that is created while following the religion of the Self [Soul] is the worldly life. It is gained free of cost.
— Dada Bhagwan
These are all ‘ghosts’. If you are afraid, the ghosts will possess you. If there is inner fear of ‘what if they hang me?’; then one should say, ‘yes, that is correct’. The Soul can never be hung; nothing [worldly] can touch the Soul. All the doings are that of the pudgal (matter; non-Self). The noose for hanging is pudgal and the one doing hanging (the hangman), is also pudgal. The Soul has never been hung. This [fact] does not fit one’s vision and that is why he has fear. But once his vision becomes like the Gnani’s [the enlightened one], then it’s over! For that, one has to stay in touch with the Gnani [the enlightened one].
— Dada Bhagwan
if anybody feels unworthy to enter heaven,well then at least let heaven enter his soul.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
If you read the Holy Scriptures, you shall find strength for soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
It is better for a soul to write the wonders of time while there is still breath.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The spirit knows the soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Suffering makes the soul search spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Praying leads to the prosperity of the soul
— Lailah Gifty Akita
In a while the organism will repair itself, and I, the ghost within it, will be my old self again. But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float toward his end.
— J.M. Coetzee
It is beautiful to hear, how even the demons inside me have started singing your name.
— Akshay Vasu
The water in the pond inside my heart doesn't shine anymore. It has turned dark. Every ghost from my mind breaks all the barriers and take a dip there, making it darker. and every time it happens, my soul in the pond cries with pain.
— Akshay Vasu
The heart is more important than the head when it comes to achieving greatness.For the average task, only the intellect is needed but a great challenge will require heart and soul.
— R. A. Delmonico
May my soul forever stay wild and my spirit always be adventurous.
— Zascha Friis
Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tearsonly longing for the sky to be happy?
— Munia Khan
I don't want fleeting friendships or relationships or passion in life, give me fleeting moments in coffee shops and walks by the water but I will never be satisfied with empty kinships that are fleeting & undecided. Those connections are what make us all human and I dare not settle my wild little heart for something of so little depth.
— Nikki Rowe
Open up allowing the temporal and eternal self to dance deeper into the conversation.
— Gillian Elizabeth
see the whole stretched out universe twinkles in its little hopelessness and the soul needs insignificance just like our little stars do.
— Samuel J Dixey, An evening in Autumn: The unbegotten procession
And so Rebecca consigned herself to, not ignorance, but a judicious incuriosity: she decided, for the time being, to live with the constant, cryptic reminders that the scope of another person's soul could never be fully surveyed.
— Dexter Palmer, Version Control
I remember our priceless moments when we were close together. But now i have felt it is painful to my soul if i have seen her presence of aura.
— Kurt Reiner Suarez
My laps-meter, the first caliper of the soul and the first hope of bridging the dread chasm that has rent the soul of Western man ever since the famous philosopher Descartes ripped body loose from mind and turned the very soul into a ghost that haunts its own house.
— Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins
This could be no mercy on my soul if someones destroy my heart.
— Kurt Reiner Suarez
There is no evidence of the soul except in tis sudden absence. A nothingness enters, taking the place where something was before. A night without stars falls and for a moment covers everything in the room.
— Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run
Gym is a sacred place which makes your life feel worth existing by putting effort of care into the home of your soul called body!
— Munia Khan
In deep of suffering, I found my soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The idea self is sacred soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
That is what chronic illness is . . . a disconnect between what our souls can do and what our bodies can do.
— Barbara Lieberman, The Unchained Spirit: Or, the Glass Is Half-Full But I've Forgotten Where I Put It
You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.
— Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen
I don't paint what people expect, I paint what my heart yearns to express.
— Nikki Rowe
You should recognize that man’s soul, this single entity whose powers and parts we have described, may be compared to matter, and that the power of reasoning is its completed form. As long as the soul lies dormant and does not acquire its form from knowledge, then the nature of the soul is useless and exists in vain.
— Maimonides, Rambam: Shemonah Perakim, The Eight Chapters; Maimonides' Introduction to Ethics of the Fathers; Perek Chelek; Discourse on the World to Come
One of the open secrets of life on earth is that the answer to life’s burning question has been inscribed in one’s soul all along. The soul is a kind of ancient vessel that holds the exact knowledge we seek and need to find our way in life. Each life is a pilgrimage intended to arrive at the center of the pilgrim’s soul. From that vantage point, the issue is not whether we managed to choose the right god or the only way to live righteously; such notions fail to recognize the inborn intimacy each soul already has with the divine.
— Michael Meade, Fate and Destiny, The Two Agreements of the Soul
Creativity & innovation is to events, what the heart & soul is to the living
— Rehan Waris
If there’s anyone we are sure to learn something from, it’s the one who pushes our buttons.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
He’d fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she’d been encased a long time ago and couldn’t break free.
— Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
...The fact is that Dale and Grady had made a pact long before they ever came into this earthly existence. This is why so often there is one physical death that follows another. They are from the same soul family. They are so intertwined that they need to leave together. They are all returning home together.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
Death. I wish the word could be removed from the vocabulary and from the dictionary. It simply does not exist, except in the human mind that was taught that it does exist. People think they are a body and they come to believe that when the body dies, everything they are will die too. It’s not true. The soul lives on. The soul of consciousness exists not only in the body but outside of the body too. We are all souls that cannot be contained or limited by time or space or the physical body. For souls there is no death.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
You can’t “make” someone your soul mate. You can try but it will always be very hard work. Human relationships are hard even when they are easy, so it’s important to be in one with a soul mate. She felt she could learn to love Shane; that she might grow to love him over time. She always felt she could make her mind up and then accomplish anything, but the heart and the mind have different agendas. If she was going to try to make this relationship work, it had to come from her heart, not from ‘making up her mind’. You don’t have to “try” to be anything when you are with your soul mate because they are looking for who you are, not for who you are trying to be.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
Some of us have deeper feelings for one over another. It can’t be helped. It’s chemistry. It’s inherent. You can’t make yourself love someone you don’t and you can’t make yourself stop loving someone you do.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
Soul mates meet in a place where time stands still. You recall where you were when the call came in. The vivid colors of the day. The season. The way the sun was streaming in or how the rain fell upon the glass. That’s how you know it was your destiny. You can remember the smallest details of your meeting. And you thought it wouldn’t matter.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
Soul - is a bottomless moneybox disappointment.
— Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Who told you that you were naked? Who have you been listening to?..'This is a tragic reminder that we humans have the strange capacity to live a soulless life. Our inner voice was never supposed to be simply an echo. Our inner voice was always to resonate with the voice of God. Every other voice will either make us less than we were intended to be or convince us that we are more than we really are. Neither self-loathing nor self-worship helps us find our authentic voice. It is only when our inner voice responds to the voice of God that we begin to truly find to find our own voice. As critical as it is for us to understand that art is always an extension of ourselves, the creative act is also an expression of our essence. It is equally important for us to realize that our guiding narrative determines the story we tell through our lives. Our inner voice not only informs us of who we are, but affects everything we touch. And in the end, becomes the driving force through which we strive to shape the world around us. The principal creative act described in Genesis chapter 1 begins with God speaking the universe into existence. God speaks out of who He is and everything in creation is a declaration of His glory.
— Erwin Raphael McManus, The Artisan Soul: Crafting Your Life into a Work of Art
He sat beside the window in the dark, with his eyes closed. Hearing to the sound of the rain. The whisky in his glass burnt his throat, while the smoke of his cigarette filled his lungs and the fire inside his heart consumed his soul slowly.
— Akshay Vasu
Soul work is the 'more' that we need to do to heal our souls.Soul retrieval is one more step toward balance and wholeness. The trauma of major illness, death, financial devastation, abuse, terror, and other stressors in our lives will not cease while we live and breathe. But, knowing they can rob us of our soul allows us to address those loses before or as they occur, so that we do not have to struggle to survive without that which makes us who we are.
— Barbara Lieberman, The Unchained Spirit: Or, the Glass Is Half-Full But I've Forgotten Where I Put It
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 one's self.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
This journey has nourished my soul in a way I couldn't have imagined.
— Sandra Vischer, Unliving the Dream
Sometimes souls are meant to meet and fleet for they have different contracts to complete.
— Nikki Rowe
I am a nyctophile, and I can't stop or help myself from falling in love for the darkest ends of your soul, rather than the light in your eyes.
— Akshay Vasu
if somebody ask me to chose my home in the whole world i would chose your arms
— pooja bagul
Religion is a cultural relic inherited from ancient civilizations that doctrinal influence persists globally in modern times. Religious people rely upon their notional belief in the primal innocence of human beings in order to support the abstract supposition of inherently benevolent God guiding human souls.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
Written soul is called poetry
— Munia Khan
Guilt: it comes in so many subtle forms. It's carbon monoxide for the soul.
— Sandra Vischer, Unliving the Dream
Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn
— Munia Khan
The tree is a mediator between the living and dead. Where a limb is malformed, where her branches twist and wave into one another, or where a wound on bark remains unhealed, all these imperfections are sacred pathways between the realms.
— Brunonia Barry, The Fifth Petal
Inspiration awakens our creativity, enables us to do the impossible, and improves our mental efficiency. It fires up the soul.
— Farshad Asl
Maybe you are just a liquid dream. Seeping into my soul in the dead of night when everything sleeps apart from my memories from another life, another electric, terrifying, lasciviously greedy time, when your lips touched my body, while mapping the skincape unfolding beneath your breath leaving a ripple of mesmerising carnal pleasures, lingering in my veins...Or maybe you are not...
— Virginia Alison
I Have a Witness" Sometimes a center the soul can recognize will speak from anywhere , inside a mountain, or froma whirlwind ... The world can take, the soulrestores. A million wrong voices proclaim One light lives forever.
— William Stafford, A Scripture of Leaves
All art is an expression and extension of ourselves.. Art finds its deepest value when it is the authentic expression of a deep human experience.
— Erwin Raphael McManus, The Artisan Soul: Crafting Your Life into a Work of Art
In the end, as at the beginning, the divine turns out to be most interested in the unique life of the individual soul. That’s what was meant by the old idea that “inside people is where god learns.” This is not a religious notion, but more of a spiritual insight. For this conversation god is simply the shortest way to refer to the divine. When a unique life becomes fully livedeveryone involved learns something and it becomes clear that god was involved all along.
— Michael Meade, Fate and Destiny, The Two Agreements of the Soul
Give yourself permission to let it hurt but also allow yourself the permission to let it heal.
— Nikki Rowe
Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.
— Kamand Kojouri
Everything I have become,everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart.So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:“She loved.And loved. And loved.”And so, I smile now,because that is no small thing.
— Kamand Kojouri
The child inside me wouldn't stop crying. Every time it loses something so important to it. A person or a thing it loves the most, I pretend like nothing happened. But I hear it sobbing helplessly inside me. And the pathetic part of all this is, It neither grows up nor dies. Every time I stand in front of a mirror, it stares at me through my eyes. With its tear-stained face and that intense eyes that rip my ribs apart and the cry of it echoes through every room of my soul.
— Akshay Vasu
Music is what our soul sounds like when it sings.
— Xila Toro
You’re an immortal, divine being. A little god, and yet, you toil like a slave. Isn’t that hilarious?
— Stefan Emunds, The Second Coming of Jesus Christ - A Short Story
Mr. J.L.B Matekoni," she asked, "do you think that our souls grow as we get older?"He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. "Yes," he said. "Our souls get wider. They grow like the branches of a tree--growing outwards. And more birds come and make their homes in these branches. And sing a bit more." He stopped and looked a little awkward. "I'm talking nonsense, Mma.""You're not," she said.
— Alexander McCall Smith, Precious and Grace
You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.
— Kamand Kojouri
Rebecca's eyes were like faith,—"the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." Under her delicately etched brows they glowed like two stars, their dancing lights half hidden in lustrous darkness. Their glance was eager and full of interest, yet never satisfied; their steadfast gaze was brilliant and mysterious, and had the effect of looking directly through the obvious to something beyond, in the object, in the landscape, in you. They had never been accounted for, Rebecca's eyes. The school teacher and the minister at Temperance had tried and failed; the young artist who came for the summer to sketch the red barn, the ruined mill, and the bridge ended by giving up all these local beauties and devoting herself to the face of a child,—a small, plain face illuminated by a pair of eyes carrying such messages, such suggestions, such hints of sleeping power and insight, that one never tired of looking into their shining depths, nor of fancying that what one saw there was the reflection of one's own thought.
— Kate Douglas Wiggin, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm
Clarity in my cup. Transparency of my soul. Lucidity of myself. Elixir of the ages. Tea makes us all sages.
— Dharlene Marie Fahl
We were decadent in our intimacy. Leaving no inch of skin untouched lest a moment of rapture slip through our grasp. Thrusting and plunging, in dazed euphoria, the exquisite cravings for those carnal delights ravaged our souls until shamelessly, gasping lust tainted air, we discovered insatiability...
— Virginia Alison
Work. Good, honest work, whether it’s working with your hands to create an artwork, or manual labour, brings forth a sense of divinity at play. The only prerequisite is that whatever the work is, it is done sincerely and in congruence with the soul’s true origin and intent, then, without any effort, one experiences a flow, wherein one feels a part of the plan of the entire universe.
— Kamand Kojouri
We got to see a Corsair ship up close – all matt black, no markings, no lights – and practically invisible out here in the dark! What a sight to behold! Most people don’t get to see those bastards up close. That is, for very long! Anyways, the ship was just floating there, no sign of life. Our hails weren’t being answered, and so we assumed the ship was dead in space. Captain Mulligan, gods-rest-his-soul, told me to form a boarding party of security and medics from the sickbay and that we were going over there. We weren’t a military ship, and we’re not Star Marines, so we were lightly armed and quite nervous. I mean, this wasn’t just some of my security section being called out to break up a fight at one of the bars on the promenade, this was serious life-and-death shit! So I said ‘okay’, and told my assistant supervisor, Lisa Garfner, to get them all together. Seven of us shifted over to the other ship with the transmatter (you still use those things, I take it?) not knowing what to expect. It could’ve been anything… and it was. It was crazy.
— Christina Engela, Space Vacation
In Eckankar, we teach Soul Travel. This is one of the aspects of the teachings of the Holy Spirit. Soul Travel simply means the ability to travel as Soul.
— Harold Klemp, The Road to Spiritual Freedom, Mahanta Transcripts, Book 17
When Nureyev appeared in San Francisco not long ago there were quite a few ballet fans who flew all the way from New York to see him. The mystics would point out how fruitless it is to go to see important people when our first priority is to see ourselves. We think we know Tom, Dick and Harry, but we really know everyone, including ourselves, only on the surface level. If we could see our real Self coming down the street, we would wonder who this beautiful, radiant, magnificent creature could be. We would not be able to take our eyes off him.
— Eknath Easwaran, The End of Sorrow
We keep drifting till we see light. Seldom do we realize that the light was always there!
— Avijeet Das
The body impress, yet the soul express". Inner beauty has no expiry date, embrace it.
— Rhouveyzz
How does it feel, to break a part of you each day and feed to the demons inside the other person in the name of love? How many days will you do that? Have your ever thought, about what happens after those demons had enough of you and decide to leave you for the taste of new soul? Look at yourself once. How much of you is remaining for yourself? Will ever get that part of you back?
— Akshay Vasu
As a photographer you have a deep love for light, life and yourself. You know that the eyes of love aren’t blind, they are wide open. Only when your eye, heart and soul shine brighter than the sun, you realize how ordinary it is to love the beautiful, and how beautiful it is to love the ordinary.
— Marius Vieth
Therefore am I still / A lover of the meadows and the woods, / And mountains; and of all that we behold / From this green earth; of all the mighty world / Of eye and ear, both what they half create / And what perceive; well pleased to recognize / In nature and the language of the sense, / The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul / Of all my moral being.
— William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
Our souls speak a language that is beyond human understanding. A connection so rare the universe won't let us part.
— Nikki Rowe
We are all hungry for genuine connection and caring, and we will not get this unless we find our Soul's tribe. If we don't find this, we'll kill ourselves, either by finding an addiction to mask the pain or by ignoring what we need to stay healthy.
— Christiane Northrup, Making Life Easy: A Simple Guide to a Divinely Inspired Life
Believe it or not, our soul has visited the stage of the world before it comes along with our physical form or body to perform reality, this is the only reality which is bigger than a miracle itself, all miracles are the tine part of this bigger one, the beautiful part of this stage is, you can chose any role to play at any time, and the thoughtful process is why to chose the role of a mediocre or an average identity, go for higher and bigger role through bigger IMAGINATION, ROLE Models by aligning your actions with a clean and clear Self Image. Our soul has many realities and it will remind and show you the paths by giving so many hints sometimes in different aspects what we call it deja vu. that you have been here before, don't panic enjoy the journey .......
— Mohsin Ali Shaukat
Fate has dug me a hole, and rather than crawling out, I’m digging it deeper. What Fate began with a post-hole digger, I have expanded with a backhoe. I think I expect that when I reach bottom, I’ll find some sort of enlightenment - that which would give my life meaning, like a buried treasure. It may be buried treasure, but I think it’s buried deep within my soul. It may even be shouting to be let out.
— P.J. Paulson
How does it feel to break a part of you each day and feed to the demons inside the other person in the name of love? How many days will you do that? Have you ever thought about what happens after those demons had enough of you and decide to leave you for the taste of new soul? Look at yourself once, How much of you is remaining for yourself? Will you ever get that part of you back?
— Akshay Vasu
Just because your soul is being torn to pieces doesn't mean that you stop analyzing the phenomena.
— Saul Bellow, Humboldt's Gift
They spent years putting the tiniest of details on these works of art. It reminded me of what we try to do with ourselves. We spend years trying to paint our personalities to look a certain way or to carve memories into our souls.
— Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.
— Anthony Liccione
We always become weaker when our soul gets into a stronger desire to own another. Like the way, our knees gets weaker when we see into their eyes. And the way, our hearts and minds defy every law of gravity and make us feel light and float into the infinity. The way, our soul bonds to theirs and becomes stronger. The way, their touch feels like thousands of stars bombarding together ripping us out of our senses and reality. Filling every void inside us, and how everything seems so right. Like a dream, that we never want to end. Like a dream, where we want to be lost forever and never want to find our way back home.
— Akshay Vasu
One of the hardest things in life is to have words we want to say but for many reasons we have to keep these words deep down in our soul and sometimes, we have to find another way to spread our message.
— Steeven Shaw
There is a chest inside my heart, where a magical world is hidden. With my novels, I hand to you the key to that world.
— P.J. Mann
Every touch of you on my skin has burnt and etched your name on my soul. Whenever I close my eyes and try to feel myself, all I can hear is constant echoes of your name in my head, and all I can feel is the constant longing for the darkness.
— Akshay Vasu
Standing alone and observing from an edge "the giant universe" isn't that much scary than leaving yourself with your thoughts and creating insight in yourself!Equally big universe lies within ourselves as well
— raja shakeel mushtaque
Primitive humans could not comprehend the vastness of infinity and eternity, so as a trick of self-preservation they came up with the perception of survival of the soul after death and its recurring incarnations.
— Abhijit Naskar, The God Parasite: Revelation of Neuroscience
Love and intuition are both the language of the soul. Speak soul.
— Jodi Livon, The Happy Medium: Speaking the Language of Intuition
An awakened man who is driven by his heart and soul, can touch the heart of a woman he loves, without touching her
— Angie karan
A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.
— Edgar Allan Poe, Ms. Found in a Bottle
The day you start falling in love, with the wrecked homes and broken windows instead of running away from them. You will find a story that fills your soul, behind every burnt door.
— Akshay Vasu
The journey of a human is not the process of evolution, but to know thy-self.
— Roshan Sharma
The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.
— Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
But just as your body needs sleep, your soul needs time to rest in God. To learn more about Him. To talk to Him. To worship and praise Him. To fellowship with other brothers and sisters.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
He who has lived and thought can't helpdespising people in his soul;him who has felt disturbs the ghost of irrecoverable days;for him there are no more enchantments;him does the snake of memories,him does repentance bite.
— Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin
Who art thou then, O my soul!" (and here [Zarathustra] became frightened, for a sunbeam shot down from heaven upon his face.""O heaven above me," said he sighing, and sat upright, "thou gazest at me? Thou hearkenest unto my strange soul?When wilt thou drink this drop of dew that fell down upon all earthly things—when wilt thou drink this strange soul——When, thou well of eternity! thou joyous, awful, noontide abyss! when wilt thou drink my soul back into thee?
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
And she called him a stranger. Whose name still echoed in her mind like a war cry. Who had seen each bit of her naked soul and knew how scarred her soul is. Whose reflection still stood, smiling at her every time she stood in front of the mirror.
— Akshay Vasu
The subtle thread of the spirit can expand and contract within the body. When it expands, it passes through the brain, heart and body to experience life, and when the same subtle thread of the spirit, is taken inward, it contract itself into the soul, to experience the bliss from within.
— Roshan Sharma
The cats sleep for days at a time and make love from the first star until dawn. Their pleasures are fierce, and their sleep impenetrable. And they know that the body has a soul in which the soul has no part.
— Albert Camus, A Happy Death
I believe that anytime someone messes with the mind, they mess with the soul. Historically they go hand-in-hand, for a long time ago, the word "mind" was another word for "soul". Contextually, people might not see the relationship between the mind and such events from the past and present, but there is a connection. They all involved tampering of the value of the mind.
— Lauren Lola, An Absolute Mind
Given the lethal enormity of sin and the inestimable value of a single soul, a baby in a manger and a man on a cross makes more sense that anything else I will ever be able to possibly imagine.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough
Don’t let your consciousness polluted by the sheen of the clothing. White, black, brown or any color of the skin is nothing but the clothing we are born with and remember that eventually we all are connected dots of this universe through our souls.
— AnkitMishra
Let me not fear defeat or death,Let me not fear being forgotten,Let my defiance sustain my soul,Let it remain with me ever after.Poem: Prayer to the God of Rebellion, in ‘Chameleon Lights
— Ayushman Jamwal
loved him with my eyes closed and my heart wide-open. And, when my naked soul saw his for the first time--it was like looking into a mirror. I recognized myself, in him, in an instant. It were as though my own reflection was staring back at me. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; for, our souls had shared the same hiding place. I had loved his soul, first.
— Denise Stark
I loved him with my eyes closed and my heart wide-open. And, when my naked soul saw his for the first time--it was like looking into a mirror. I recognized myself, in him, in an instant. It were as though my own reflection was staring back at me. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; for, our souls had shared the same hiding place. I had loved his soul, first.
— Denise Stark
Passion drove her deeper, into the abyss beneath his skin where she mapped his soul to the dance of his heartbeat...
— Virginia Alison
You can’t ignore our body. It’s the body that houses your healthy mind and a pious soul.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
The process of becoming is not of doing but simply an act of observing. The internal process has been designed in such a way that it seems impossible for you to sit quietly even for some time at one place.
— Roshan Sharma
Fulfil the needs of the soul, which travels beyond the death and which will survive the extinction of the world.
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
They never look very big on the table, the bodies. It's built to accommodate the largest frames, there's that. And they're naked. But it's something else. That parcel of the being called the soul-weighing twenty-one grams, according to the experiments of the American doctor Duncan MacDougall-takes up a surprising amount of space, like aloud voice. In its absence, the body seems to shrink
— Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
She has the most bizarre and beautiful soul I had ever seen. Her eyes shined always like a sky full of stars, While a huge storm was destroying everything she had in her heart and ripping her soul apart.
— Akshay Vasu
Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.
— Kamand Kojouri
I PAINT MY FACE.By Omrane Khuder.Mirror, distorted; I sit, paint my Face,Toxic white Make-up buries my Scars,My Eyes tell lies; Dumbfounded Confidence hides the Disgrace.Place the tragic Vehicle called My Life in to Drive,Sad pathetic Clown; Late for the suppression show,Despair another time; Let the chuckles and defeat derive.I paint my Heart; I hide my True.I paint my Soul; I keep it from You.I paint, I cannot accept; To ignore you the way you ignore Me?I paint my scarred and pitiful Face; No Will left to restore Me.I paint my Face; it’s all I know to do.My painted Face shatters the Mirror, yet still all I see is You.
— Omrane Khuder
LOVE grows within the soul and when you are filled with this divine source you will shine like a STAR* you will radiate with the profound love within. Like a river you will gather all small rivers and make them reach their ultimate goal (SEA). HER heart only knows to LOVE. Love and LOVE.
— Angie karan
Set within the seed of the soul is not jut a fleeting image or a vague pattern but a lifelong story enfolded within, waiting to be cracked open and lived all the way out.
— Michael Meade, Fate and Destiny, The Two Agreements of the Soul
The dead are immune from our prison of Time. The distance between the living and dead may be vast, but the space of Time the dead experience when they are reunited with their loved ones is only paper-thin.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Laughter lightens my heart and therefore heals my soul as well.
— Sharon E. Rainey, The Best Part of My Day Healing Journal
How does it feel to break a part of you each day and feed to the demons inside the other person in the name of love.How many days will you do that? Have your ever thought about what happens after those demons had enough of you and decideto leave you for the taste of new soul? Look at yourself once, How much of you is remaining for yourself? Will ever get that part of you back?
— Akshay Vasu
She was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when she decided to summon the devil and sell her soul for fame. As you do. Hell, we’ve all been there… Of course, things didn’t go according to plan. Never have, never will…
— G.H. Finn, How to Trick the Devil
Love is when you start denying all the definitions it was given before and you start finding your own. It is when the other person craves to see your bare soul more than your bare skin. It is something that happens between souls, where the touch of their fingers on your skin lits fire to your soul and destroys you in the most beautiful way possible and makes you end up craving to be destroyed even more.
— Akshay Vasu
There was plenty for the eye to feast on, but nothing for the soul. He had a hunger for something that no sky could satisfy. Somewhere on the planet there had to be a different kind of light.
— Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned
Move deep in your sensation, and you will realize the spirit in the body. Your life is possible only because of the spirit. The spirit is your power in the body.
— Roshan Sharma
If you encounter the Savior, He will save your soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I have learned that only the dead have a steady state of mind.
— Abeer Allan
My Solo Adventure #1- Bali: Imagination unlocked, escaping a cage drawn by a relentless life. Soul freed, reaching beyond the hidden dimensions of an uncertain universe. Thirst. Hunger. Rebirth. For forever we are greedy.
— Abeer Allan
A timeless energy encircles the world, drawing humanity into its grasp, eternally swirling, pulling souls together, tearing them apart in the eternal struggle of love, life and loss...
— Virginia Alison
I've got to tell you that my vocation, my true calling, is serving others. Medicine is my avocation; it's part of how I answer my calling, but it's not all of it. I minister to bodies, but I also minister to hearts and souls.
— Doc, Finding Normal
Ibn Rushd caressing her body had often praised its beauty to the point at which she grew irritated and said, You do not think my thoughts worth praising, then. He replied that the mind and body were one, the mind was the form of the human body, and as such was responsible for all the actions of the body, one of which was thought. To praise the body was to praise the mind that ruled it. Aristotle had said this and he agreed, and because of this it was hard for him, he whispered blasphemously in her ear, to believe that consciousness survived the body, for the mind was of the body and had no meaning without it. She did not want to argue with Aristotle and said nothing. Plato was different, he conceded. Plato thought the mind was trapped in the body like a bird and only when it could shed that cage would it soar and be free.
— Salman Rushdie, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights
We are exquisite souls housed in physical bodies.
— Sharon E. Rainey, The Best Part of My Day Healing Journal
How do I talk to the flower?Through it I walk to the Infinite.And what is the infinite?It is that silent, small force. It isn't the outer physical contact. No, it isn't that. The infinite is not confirmed in the visible world.It is not in the earthquake, the wind or the fire. It is that still small voice that calls up the fairies. Yet when you look out upon God's beautiful world- there it is. When you look onto the heart of a rose there you experience it- but you can't explain it. There are certain things, often very little things, like the peanut, the little piece of clay, the little flower that cause you to look within-and then you see the soul of things.
— George Washington Carver
I see you better in music, I hear you better in wind, I feel you more in a flooding moonlight, that understands nothing, but darkness and silence.
— Anthony Liccione
Tragedy cleans the windows of the soul by washing away the bias of our lives in the detergent of pain.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough
She was asked to pour out everything she had, but all she had was an empty soul.
— Akshay Vasu
A man who preserves his integrity no real, long-lasting harm can ever come.
— Socrates
In my soul the afternoon grows wider and I reflect.
— Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers
Soul smiles through the lips of a happy face
— Munia Khan
With jealousy, a parasite takes root in your heart. It becomes a cancer that eats away at your soul.
— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
Listen to me, attend me!And I will breathe into thee a soul,And thou shalt live for ever.
— Ezra Pound
Humility is the greatest shaper of souls and crafter of character, for it wipes away all the grandiose things that we spend so much of our lives pretending to be, so that we can spend all of our lives being the exceptional person that we were actually created to be.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough
Even after you leave someone, or they leave you and you start your life all over again, pretending that you have moved on. There is always a piece of you that you have left behind with them. You can never get that back, even years together after you said you moved on. The moment you see them you are going to remember the first time you spoke, the first time you walked together. The way each other's fingers touched accidentally for the first time and the way you felt inside their arms. Each and every moment that made you weak. That is what the piece you had left behind of them is capable of doing to you.
— Akshay Vasu
There is no money in poetry, but then there is no poetry in money.
— Robert Graves
After all, evil was a kind of poison, an infection of the soul.
— John Connolly, The Whisperers
If you Looking for Perfection ,Perfect yourself by Looking Withinby isolating the Rule of Ego and Handing over the Reins of Karma Chariot to the Soul !No one can do The Perfect Act for You but your Soul in the Presence of The Supreme Soul !
— Ashok Khurana
How many infinite lives have been lived since man first had consciousness or awareness of his soul?And how many of those souls have stared up at the stars in wonder; pondered the meaning of their existence, the meaning of life, the thoughts of their ancestors, dreamed of the futures of his offspring and the purpose of all that is man?How long will we wander before the truth is found?
— Morris R. Gates
Rylan!"Nadia and I turn our heads simultaneously towards the entrance to the living room as Tim Powers appears."Yeah?" I yell across the room.That's when I notice the expression on Power' face. A mixture of awe, amazement, appreciation, and a bit of jealousy."Your girlfriend's here," Tim informs me.He steps aside, and a goddess enters the room.It's been forever since I first had those dreams Ivy sent me with her in her disguise. But I still remember how she looks. Pale skin, long hair, bright-green eyes, and a model's figure. A perfect dream girl, who's now reality.Ivy smiles shyly as she steps into the room. Her skin is porcelain, unflawed and shiny. White-blind hair, straight and flowing, falls down her back and ends a little bit past her waist. She's not wearing her woven grass robe, but instead a dress mist likely altered from a piece of clothing from her clothes sack. It probably reached the floor at one point, with long sleeves, but the sleeves are gone and the skirt's been snipped away, leaving behind a green dress that shows off mile-long legs.But her face...all that pales in comparison to her face. Heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, an elegant nose, a well-shaped chin, and her lips—she's not covering them anymore—two shimmering, bright green pools I would be happy to drown in or go through. People believe the eyes are the window to your soul, and Ivy's soul is beautiful.
— Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel
Strong SPIRITS are usually liberated from the burden of their pain through forgiveness and letting go. EGO usually holds onto grudges and is the source of destruction by acting on impulse.
— Karen A. Baquiran
Success is the prosperity of the soul
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I remained Lailah, the redeem soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
A storm-filled life replete with piercing and unearthly sounds ravages the soul of any thoughtful person. In contrast, the genteel wind of restoration moves silently, invisibly. Renewal is a spiritual process, the communal melody that sustains us. Inexpressible braids of tenderness whispering reciprocating chords of love for family, friends, humankind, and nature plaits interweaved layers of blissful atmosphere, which copious heart song brings spiritual rejuvenation. For when we love in a charitable and bountiful manner without reservation, liberated from petty jealously, and free of the toxic blot of discrimination, we become the ineluctable wind that vivifies the lives of other people. The mellifluous changes in heaven, earth, and our journey through the travails of time, while worshiping the trove of fathomless joys of life, constitute the seeds of universal poetry.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
Time is a lie. Each second, when I am not with you, seems like an eternity and every moment when your breath touches my skin, which makes each bit of my soul crave for you feels the same too. Each hour when I am with you seems like a second and when I am inside your arms, even eternity feels the same too.
— Akshay Vasu
Soul is found where life deepens us, where meaning calls to us, where trouble deters us, wherever and however we slow down in the midst of the rushing and racing at the surface level of life.
— Michael Meade, Why the World Doesn't End: Tales of Renewal in Times of Loss
To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings—all in the same relationship.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.
— Kamand Kojouri
To love one’s neighbour in the immovable depths means to love in others that which is eternal; for one’s neighbour, in the truest sense of the term, is that which approaches the nearest to God; in other words, all that is best and purest in man; and it is only by ever lingering near the gates I spoke of, that you can discover the divine in the soul.
— Maurice Maeterlinck, The Treasure of the humble
As a woman lives them, she will understand more and more of these interior feminine rhythms, among them the rhythms of creativity, or birthing psychic babies and perhaps also human ones, the rhythms of solitude, of play, of rest, of sexuality, and of the hunt.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
Look upon men and things with the inner eye, with its form and desire, never forgetting that the shadow they throw as they pass by, upon hillock or wall, is but the fleeting image of a mightier shadow, which, like the wing of an imperishable swan, floats over every soul that draws near to their soul. Do not believe that thoughts such as these can be mere ornaments, and without influence upon the lives of those who admit them. It is far more important that one’s life should be perceived than that it should be transformed; for no sooner has it been perceived, than it transforms itself of its own accord.
— Maurice Maeterlinck
The word pneuma (breath) shares its origins with the word psyche; they are both considered words for soul. So when there is song in a tale or mythos, we know that the gods are being called upon to breathe their wisdom and power into the matter at hand. We know then that the forces are at work in the spirit world, busy crafting soul.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
This is the way in which he (poet) did his work. He used to go out with a pencil and a tablet and note what struck him...and make a picture out of it...But Nature does not allow an inventory to be made of her charms! He should have left his pencil behind, and gone forth in a meditative spirit; and, on a later day, he should have embodied in verse not all that he had noted but what he best remembered of the scene; and he would have then presented us with its soul, and not with the mere visual aspect of it.
— William Wordsworth
What does the body matter if the soul is dead?
— Francine Rivers, An Echo in the Darkness
What I allow into my head finds its way to my heart, which is a porthole to my soul. Therefore, I might be wise to consider the state of my soul, and then walk this process backwards.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough
We can be born thus more than once
—  and each birth brings us a little nearer to our God.
Nothing feels dirtier than living a life that is not your own. No amount of money is worth my soul. I would rather be homeless and go out in a blaze of glory than subject myself to a slow and steady death of apathy and government by my environment.
— Chris Matakas, The Tao of Jiu Jitsu