Better to have one thousand enemies outside the house than to have one single enemy inside it.
We are to allow one thing to be really and truly distinct from the other, to be its own genuine self. There is a logical and philosophical urge in thinking men to reduce all things to a single unity. But this urge of the natural reason tends to petri...
Your problem is you don't understand what that word means. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who bri...
To live alone is the fate of all great souls.
My soul is in the moment of time.
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
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
This will be the fourth time I've seen this film. I'm very proud of it and I think it's a great movie for women of any age. And almost every single man I've talked to has admitted to crying.
Well documented, the relationship of literature to myth in the Western world has undergone much change over the millennia, as first the age of gods fell away before the notion of a single god, and then, for many people, that single god slipped away, ...
I really consider myself fortunate to have been of age during the musical revolution that came in the form of the Beatles. People don't realize that previous to the Beatles, there really was no such thing as an album artist. People made singles. Then...
I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don’t mean.
If love and hate aren’t true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain—if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.
But when I gave bl0w jobs to my ex, I secretly hated it. What’s pleasant about sucking on a stiff, veiny appendage that spurts pee and sperm?
