Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the countenance.
There's a rebel lying deep in my soul.
When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
In the midst of hardship, it was the music that restored my soul.
I grew up on soul music. I was a dancing little creep.
Soul music is pain - you can hear the slaves, the beatin' and the hurtin'.
Music without soul is a sound but sound with a soul is music
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners after great lengths of time and then gives great favors and great privileges and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God!
I know the truth, and I will tell you now: He was admired, loved, cheered, honored, respected. In life as well as in death. A great man, he is. A great man, he was. A great man he will be. He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His...
Great team can accomplish great works.
Silence is the soul of all things.
A stranger's soul is like a dark forest.
Black souls wear white shirts.
When an editor works with an author, she cannot help seeing into the medicine cabinet of his soul. All the terrible emotions, the desire for vindications, the paranoia, and the projection are bottled in there, along with all the excesses of envy, des...
Shun too great a desire for knowledge, for in it there is much fretting and delusion. Intellectuals like to appear learned and to be called wise. Yet there are many things the knowledge of which does little or no good to the soul, and he who concerns...
Hence the sterile, uninspiring futility of a great many theoretical discussions of ethics, and the resentment which many people feel towards such discussions: moral principles remain in their minds as floating abstractions, offering them a goal they ...
A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul. Such books were for him rare and, as he aged, rarer. Still he searched, one more Ithaca for which he was forever bound.
Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness of the great city, the first wallflowers scenting her lap, ...
