Soul Quotes - Page 295

You’re a wondering soul, looking for a peace that doesn’t exist. Lost you will be until you find the one inner truth. We can never hide from what we are. The only hope is to embrace it.’ (Old Seer)

Tell me, Acheron, is there anyone you will ever trust enough to release your soul? (Artemis) You know better. You’ve tutored me too well on how vicious women are. On how much love ruins and destroys. Thank you for the lesson, Artemis. It was just what I needed. And I assure you, it’s one I’ll never forget. (Acheron)

Are we even now? Or do you want to rape my body as much as you’ve raped my soul? (Acheron)

Life is about coming to terms with the mistakes made. Learning to live with them even when they cut soul deep.

With us the inner nature accords with the outer expectation. The body follows the mind, and the mind seeks the soul, which it strives toward but has not yet won. With you it is otherwise. The mind follows the body in pursuit of the soul you have been told you already have. Because you cannot find it, you assume you have lost it somewhere in your past, and this keeps you from achieving it in your future.

When I was in high school, and even to a degree while I was in university, I wasn't on the Internet. So it's not as embedded in my soul, that kind of way of being.

She smiled, if he could see that, and waited for him to ask the real question. But he was silent. He wanted her to volunteer the story, she realized, and she could just as easily choose to say nothing. But he deserved to know. They all deserved it, and Kirra already knew it, and Cammon may have guessed it, because Cammon could read souls, but Tayse was the only one she would tell.

The only thing I wanted to accomplish was to finally get recognized by the music industry. If you know the awards, answer me this question: Do you see an award for soul music? No. They have R&B, funk, hip-hop and all sorts of contemporary things.

Smell is the voice of the soul.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

I'm always soul searching on a spiritual level.

The more we get away from believing and studying literature, the worst we become, the more we lose our soul.

The problem is that the Chicken-Soup-for-the-Soul stuff may feel good, but none of that typical stuff helps when somebody in your neighborhood is murdered.

In the same way that we have a body and a soul and a spirit, our soul can't walk in the street without our body - we would be dead then. Religion is the same way; it has to have a body, it has to have a form, it has to have structure. Without that, the soul cannot be prepared to follow the tariqah.

To be always fortunate, and to pass through life with a soul that has never known sorrow, is to be ignorant of one half of nature.

There is nothing that Nature has made necessary which is more easy than death; we are longer a-coming into the world than going out of it; and there is not any minute of our lives wherein we may not reasonably expect it. Nay, it is but a momen'ts work, the parting of soul and body. What a shame is it then to stand in fear of anything so long that is over so soon!

You need a change of soul rather than a change of climate.

Not a soul takes thought how well he may live- only how long: yet a good life might be everybody's, a long one can be nobody's.

I do not need a thousand souls, I only need one, which is my master's.

Yes ...I am a demon. There's no way I could understand my prey, a human's sense of taste. What I understand is...only the taste of a human's soul.

I don't think you can get away with putting your talents in a toilet bowl and not having them flushed away. Forever. There is a level of murder of one's soul and of the culture that they're supposed to be feeding vitamins to.

The only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy; anything and everything else can pass out of fashion-even something as utilitarian as a hill stuffed full of corpses.

And so we smile on, Feeding the truths we share With a union of our souls, Cathedral slaves of our passion Which builds beauty amongst chaos.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.