I'm not here to win the rat race of materialism. I am here to experience the depths of my soul in form.
You cannot even touch my soul. So I have emerged stronger, Kinder, perceptive, forgiving To embrace you with all the humility.
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guiltie of dust and sin.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
Until I face the emptiness in my soul and know this spirit within me, I have not yet begun to live, nor touched the face of God.
Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquillity sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.
Professor Raymond Knowby: Recite the passages... dispel the evil... save my soul... and your own minds!
Peachy Carnehan: Keep looking at me. It helps to keep my soul from flying off.
Robert: We are supposed to be righteous. That's a beautiful thing. And we're losing it. If I lose that, that's everything. That's my soul.
[thinking about Katie after her death] Jimmy Markum: I know in my soul I contributed to your death.
The breaking wave and the muscle as it contracts obey the same law. Delicate line gathers the body's total strength in a bold balance. Shall my soul meet so severe a curve, journeying on its way to form?
When I was in school, I really thought about soul a lot. I was listening a lot to Bjork and to the Commodores. I really wanted to know how they felt. And especially with Bjork, the music there told me wow, that's really her soul there.
I'm an old-school, embarrassing Joni Mitchell fan. Her music made a hook in my soul and hasn't let go for all these years. I even sing her songs as lullabies to my kids.
According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.
The throne of wisdom is the soul of the righteous, that is, wisdom sits on the soul of the righteous as on her chair, as on her throne, and there judges whatever she judges.
People say I am mad. I am not mad. I am trying to heal my soul.
YOU are your own guru. YOU are your own soul mate. YOU are powerful. Take the reigns and drive your carriage home to love.
A man doesn't borrow pieces of his body. A building doesn't borrow hunks of its soul. Its maker gives it the soul and every wall, window and stairway to express it.
The natural movement of one's soul is upwards. But just as any object is dragged down when a heavy weight is tied to it, the burden of the body drags down the soul.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
If I know what's true in my heart and my soul, then what people say can't shape that.
