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Soul Quotes - Page 286

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Victor Hugo (1895). “Les miserables: I. Fantine, tr. byWilliam Walton. 2v. II. cosette, tr. by J.C.Beckwith. 2v. III. Marius, tr.by Jules Gray. 2v. IV. The idyl of the Rue Plumet and the epic of the Rue Saint-Denis, tr. by Edouard Jolivet. 2v. V. Jean Valjean, tr. by Jules Gray. 2v”

The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.

"Degrees: Thought Capsules (Poems) and Micro Tales on Life, Death, Man, Woman, & Art". Book by Vanna Bonta, September 1, 1989.

Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?

Ursula K. LeGuin (2015). “The Dispossessed”, p.151, Hachette UK