Soul Quotes
The difference between a great soul and an ordinary man is this: the latter weeps while leaving this body, whereas the former laughs. Death seems to him a mere play.
The essence of Vedanta is that there is but one Being and that every soul is that Being in full, not a part of that Being.
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
Soul winners are not soul winners because of what they know, but because of Who they know, and how well they know Him, and how much they long for others to know Him.
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?
You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.
You can't eat beauty, it doesn't sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion, for yourself and those around you. That kind of beauty inflamed the heart and merchants the soul.
Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.
The fullness of joy is to behold God in everything. God is the ground, the substance, the teaching, the teacher, the purpose, and the reward for which every soul labors.
Discipline is the soul of an army. It makes small numbers formidable; procures success to the weak, and esteem to all.
May the passion to be all that God wants you to be sweep across your soul like a gentle breeze.
The soul of one who serves God always swims in joy, always keeps holiday, is always in her palace of jubilation, ever singing with fresh ardor and fresh pleasure a new song of joy and love.
It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it.
The Greater Soul moves in only one direction, and that is to bring into union that which has been made separate.
Consider in silence whatever any one says: speech both conceals and reveals the inner soul of man.
Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe. I don't think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.
Your mind must become one, do not try to understand with your ears but with your heart. Indeed, not with your heart but with your soul.
JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever
Tantra is the science of transforming ordinary lovers into soul mates. And that is the grandeur of Tantra. It can transform the whole earth; it can transform each couple into soul mates.
He pours light into our minds, arouses our desire and gives us strength... As the soul is the life of the body, so the Holy Spirit is the life of our souls.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year. It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
Suffer no anxiety, for he who is a sufferer of anxiety becomes regardless of enjoyment of the world and the spirit, and contraction happens to his body and soul.
... the greatest menace to our capacity for contemplation is the incessant fabrication of tawdry empty stimuli which kill the receptivity of the soul.
To be creative means to connect. It's to abolish the gap between the body, the mind and the soul, between science and art, between fiction and nonfiction.
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Habits are to the soul what the veins and arteries are to the blood, the courses in which it moves
