Soul Quotes - Page 130

Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.

How many threadbare souls are to be found under silken cloaks and gowns!

The type of music that I love to sing would have to be more bluesy and jazzy and more soul-like because I love to belt when it comes to singing, so I guess bigger songs are what I lean more towards.

Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.

Our kinship with Earth must be maintained; otherwise, we will find ourselves trapped in the center of our own paved-over souls with no way out.

Hope, O my soul, hope. Watch carefully, for everything passes quickly, even though your impatience turns a very short time into a long one.

One is a choice, and one is not.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

The soul ... is nameless because it is formless. It will neither go to heaven nor [to hell] any more than it will enter this glass.

How you respond to the enemy of your soul determines whether his plan for your life or God's plan for your life is realized.

Design is the fundamental soul of a man-made creation

I can be alone without being lonely. In fact, those times of solitude are necessary respite for a beleaguered soul, set upon by the pressures of life. I need to take whatever moments I can to just be still.

A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.

The soul, as soon as she comes to know Me, reaches out to love her neighbors.

The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.

I have watched hundreds of Christians in my time become financially blessed then develop an acquisitive streak that in turn makes their souls as metallic as the coins they seek.

The simpler we make our lives, the more abundant they become. There is no scarcity except in our souls.

Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.

If you excuse yourself in confession, you shut up sin within your soul, and shut out pardon.

There is no such thing as taking too much time, because your soul is in that picture.

Spirit and body, when joined together, become a living soul of supernal worth.

The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.

Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.

Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.