My Soul Quotes
I have a good memory. But I would be interested in memory even if I had a bad memory, because I believe that memory is our soul. If we lose our memory completely, we are without a soul.
Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.
Just as our taste in lovers is far more revealing than our choice of friends, the object of an artist's obsession can open up doors to their soul that might otherwise remain shut tight.
To express hope by some star, the eagerness of a soul by a sunset radiance. Certainly there is nothing in that of stereoscopic realism, but is it not something that actually exists?
Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.
The writer catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do; there are movements that are involuntary proofs of what the soul feels.
If you want to conquer conceit, do not desire praise, laurels, nice garments, respect, favor, but like to be blamed and slandered by people.
The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.
A soul is a troublesome possession, and when man developed it he lost the Garden of Eden.
Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul.
No real English gentleman, in his secret soul, was ever sorry for the death of a political economist.
Doubts must be resolved alone within the soul. Otherwise one would profane one's own powerful solution.
After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
...people have always known, at least since Moses denounced the Golden Calf, that images were dangerous, that they can captivate the onlooker and steal the soul.
In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.
An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?
To commiserate is sometimes more than to give, for money is external to a man's self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own soul.
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not this-- Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.
Tell this imprisoned soul that it will never be owned. Nothing will ever own you. But God.
Some hurts can never be mended" he said. "No matter how much time passes. They tattoo themselves on our souls
