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Soul Quotes - Page 258

The dreams you craft at the level of your soul are very different from goals, which are tangible, measurable and set the future.

Alberto Villoldo (2010). “Courageous Dreaming: How Shamans Dream the World Into Being”, p.143, ReadHowYouWant.com

There's not a single thing on offer in this all-too-temporary world for which you should ever sell your soul.

Alan Keyes' Commencement Address at Lynn University in Boca Raton, Florida, www.keyesarchives.com. May 6, 2000.

If others hurl their darts against you, offer them milk and honey in return; if they poison your lives, sweeten their souls.

"Selections from the writings of ʻAbduʼl-Bahá". Book by `Abdu'l-Bahá, www.huffingtonpost.com. 1982.

I sold my soul to the devil in L.A

Song: Country Boy, Album: Town Line, 2011

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.

Yevgeny Zamyatin “We”, Two-Gunner Pulp Press

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

William Wordsworth (1849). “The poetical works of William Wordsworth”, p.136

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

BookCaps, William Shakespeare (2011). “Othello Retold In Plain and Simple English: BookCaps Study Guide”, p.339, BookCaps Study Guides

The regenerating Spirit is compared to the wind. His first attempts on the soul may be so secret that the creature knows not whence they come, or whither they tend; but, before he hath done, the sound will be heard throughout the soul.

William Gurnall (1865). “The Christian in Complete Armour: A Treatise of the Saints' War Against the Devil, Wherein a Discovery is Made of that Grand Enemy of God and His People, in His Policies, Power, Seat of His Empire, Wickedness, and Chief Design He Hath Against the Saints : a Magazine Opened, from Whence the Christian is Furnished with Spiritual Arms for the Battle, Helped on with His Armour, and Taught the Use of His Weapon, Together with the Happy Issue of the Whole War”, p.134

If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.155