Souls Quotes - Page 2

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.''And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

A forest is not a wilderness, but a community of souls who speak to one another on the wind.

Life is the spirituality of the soul.

The history of man is a must read poetry.

Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.

See the life through your heart, understand it by your mind and love it like your soul.

The more I know about God, I am convinced He likes to read books and authors are His librarians. Every soul is a story waiting to be read.

You belong to the saved souls.

There are those who live and die giving love, without receiving any. And those who live life just taking, never giving. So the universe gives a boon to a few lucky souls: Who they love will love them back—all their lives.

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

I had an overwhelming sense of the lonliness of this city - a trillion souls in their bedrooms, high in the cliffs of windows. I thought of what was underneath it all - I thought of the electricty cables, steam, water, fire, subway trains and lava in the city's guts, the subterranean rumbling of trains and earthquakes. I thought of the dead souls from the war, concreted over.

Only the Saviour saves souls.

Forgiveness is brave, sets us free from darkness, and allows light to shine the sweet fragrance of life into our souls

In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.

You are not one of Pentrigrel’s creations. This is not where you belong. He will not keep his word to you. He is concerned only with himself. You cannot condemn yourself to this over Lunette’s fate.

However, I don’t understand why people insist on pitting the concepts of evolution and creation against each other. Why can’t they see that spiritualism and science are one? That bodies evolve and souls evolve and the universe is a fluid place that marries them both in a wonderful package called a human being. What’s wrong with that idea?

Grace is freely given by God, in sacred moment of salvation.

It is my belief that marriage is made holy by two souls in communion, not by the order of the law.

When I read books, it is like I have met the sacred souls.

How stubborn life is,It clings like silver in our souls.

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

When you forgive, you free your soul. But when you say I'm sorry, you free two souls.

Only the living souls can praise the living God.

We write to give strength to our soul and to inspire spirit of other souls.

The bond of love between wonderful souls is divine.

No, little one, George's ghost won't come back. Human beings don't have souls. No soul, no ghost. Simple.""How can you say that?" protested Mopple. "We don't know whether humans have souls or not.""Every lamb knows that your soul is in your sense of smell. And human beings don't have very good noses." Maude herself had an excellent sense of smell, and often thought about the problem of souls and noses."So you'd only see a very small ghost. Nothing to be afraid of.

They gave me their names, asking me to forgive them and to pray for them. I would later learn how important it is not to keep a grudge against those who have died. In a mysterious way we 'hold them back' and they suffer if we do not forgive them. We keep them from the higher realm; they seem to remain chained and do not reach Heaven. We must forgive them.

When I look up at Heaven,I see the souls of those who diedBeaming down at me,Wanting to scream: “I'm still alive!”,Wishing to scribble across the sapphire sky -Letters to their loved ones,But a million dark oceans stand between us,Between those who passed and the living,Between those of us still stuck below,And those who have crossed over the threshold of time -Where what seems like eternity to us,Is really only a few minutes to them.So you see, there is no reason to weep over the shining ones -For even though the space that separates us is limitless,The wall of time that divides us is only paper-thin.And one day, we shall all reunite with them,When our souls are released like fishBack into the vast shimmering seaTo shine together likeGlittering diamonds.

There exist one shepherd of all souls.

Souls aren’t discrete units — or even units at all. They’re more like reflections of consciousness in a fractured mirror.

War is a soul-shattering experience for the innocent.

We all belong to the holiness of our eternal soul.

Now that her spirit had left, I’d thought she would feel light. Then I realized it was the spirit that carries the weight of the body and not the other way around.

We are souls, eternal and perfect, captains of our mystic ships: gods and goddesses of our universe. We are beautiful, we pearls of grit. We, the ember of everything. Our uniqueness IS what makes us special, and the expression of it is our gift to the rest of us. In order to feel happy and fulfilled, we must honour our own personal brand of creativity... let it out into the world... BE who we came here to BE.

One cannot fight for so long without the scars building on one's soul.

Photography is about capturing souls, not smiles.

we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh...

Love is the unity of two souls but one spirit.

A sad soul needs an infinite horizon which can throw all his sorrow into the silence of the eternal emptiness!

I hear them say "Why do I miss someone I haven't even met?"How about not missing someone because it feels like they've been with you all along?

Lord save the suffering souls.

Be at peace with your soul and any other souls.

Then, only then would she realize that the life that she created will extinguish with nothing to offer but the sorrow that she harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug in our hearts.

One of the nicest things you can do is to speak kind words about someone behind his or her back.

The sacred souls with humility, seek knowledge from the Great Spirit.

You ought to welcome troubled-souls with your peaceful-spirits.

To say that he 'nailed a subject's soul to the canvas' makes the assumption that we persons, as well as artists, can see one another's souls.Maybe we do. Maybe we all have the ability to perceive another's soul, and do so every day, only we take it for granted, and don't even know it when we're doing it. We call it knowing someone's 'character' or 'personality.

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

If he believed in souls he would have said she had a good one.

I am a Soul sharing the Purity and Gift of my Soul - with the Souls of Others.

There lived great souls in the history of the world.

I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.

People accuse me of falling in love easily. It just means that I'm able to see the beauty in most of the people who cross paths with me and I appreciate it for what it is and also for what it isn't. Love is imperfect. Falling for someone's flaws is just as necessary as falling for their strengths. And people like myself, who fall into love easily, are sometimes the loneliest souls around at the end of the day.

We are a new creation by God’s grace.

Have peace in knowing, dear ones, that we are all composed of energy. Energy never dies. It is always changing and transforming.

In this world, people always find a way of doing what they want

I get a glimpse of the mind of many souls from their sacred books.

[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore.

Mortals live but their souls are little more than raw energy coursing through flesh. When they die that energy is broken down and returned to the cosmos. There is no heaven, and no hell. Only delusion.