Soul Quotes - Page 8

In deep suffering, you know the sacred soul.

God resides in every living being, in the form of Chetan (Soul). One is not aware of this at all. That Soul is indeed the absolute Supreme Soul (Parmeshewar). Pure Chetan is pure Soul (Shuddhatma), and that indeed is the absolute Supreme Soul (Parmatma)!

Never work just for money or for power. They won't save your soul or help you sleep at night.

The soul is sustained by spirituality.

Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can.

Some people walk into our lives to touch our hearts and others to touch our soul!

In the body is tremendous strength, in the mind is brilliant potential, in the heart is extraordinary influence, and in the soul is remarkable power.

Secrets are a part of life. Their mysteries make our world beautiful. Their depths inspire our hearts, intrigue our minds, and embrace our very souls.

Is there any knowledge that refreshes the soul, renew the spirit, and restored the body like the study of the Holy Scriptures?

You can't disappoint what God has appointed.

Deal with all this, live with myself, you mean? I honestly don't know. I stand often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking that same question, looking down into the dark crevices where the black monsters dwell on the bottom. They gaze up at me, and I look them in the eyes. “This also you are,” they say, and I almost fall into the void.”“And then?”Anaxantis shrugged.“And then? I turn around and go do what needs to be done. What else is there?

The age of lost innocence varies for each person. Some lose it when they learn that their childhood fantasies are merely myth, while others lose theirs due to trauma. As adults, we often look down our noses at those who manage to retain their innocence; we scoff at these few as being immature or irresponsible. Could it be that we hide our envy behind the cloudy eyes of our lost innocence?

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

It is winter proper; the cold weather, such as it is, has come to stay. I bloom indoors in the winter like a forced forsythia; I come in to come out. At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year’s planting.The woods are acres of sticks: I could walk to the Gulf of Mexico in a straight line. When the leaves fall, the striptease is over; things stand mute and revealed. Everywhere skies extend, vistas deepen, walls become windows, doors open.

Each life involves an essential errand; not simply the task of survival, but a life-mission embedded in the soul from the beginning.

A soul that becomes the place where divine grace is harbored and encouraged joins the class of the immortals and lives on into eternal greatness.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

There are so many things in this world. If we put it in short (succinctly), then what will remain? The ‘pure Soul’ and ‘circumstances’. Moreover, to disperse is the nature of circumstances. Therefore, the Pure Soul will not have to tell them to go away.

I held my breath tightly against the shivers coursing through my body. Darkness ate away the edges of my vision and numbness stole away my fingers. I kept holding though. Watching the last bubble of precious air escape my lips. Then it became all black. But I never let go.

I am the Atma abiding in the heart of all beings. I am also the beginning, the middle, and the end of all beings.

You are worth fighting for.

The more thou search, the more thou shall marvel.

As food nourishes the body, beauty nourishes the spirit.

Let the essence of Christmas blossom within - as the countdown to Christmas begins.

The money you are looking for is not in any country, phd or your designer outlook, it is in wisdom. Solomon never prayed for wealth but he asked for wisdom.

I see you better in music, I hear you better in wind, I feel you more in a flooding moonlight, that understands nothing, but darkness and silence.

Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.But there’s nothing very simple about the message I’m sending here.The colour of your blood, the liquid through your veins, is really just a pathway to the place that feels your pains.The heart is an ocean but within it there’s a sun, submerged beneath the ocean, and all that is but one.

You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.

In solitude, the deep silent, awakens the divinity of the soul.

Luck plays no part in the divinity of the moment that is set to transpire and make two unite into one burning flame of eternal love.

I'm grateful for the dark shadow that is constantly following me... It reminds me always of the Loving Light that shines upon my face.

Man does not live by bread alone.

What is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?

An individual can’t create anything itself. All of our dreams come true with the cooperation and co-creation of other souls.

What belongs to you; your soul, your spirit and your body!

Like a wild animal, the soul is tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, and self-sufficient: it knows how to survive in hard places. I learned about these qualities during my bouts with depression. In that deadly darkness, the faculties I had always depended on collapsed. My intellect was useless; my emotions were dead; my will was impotent; my ego was shattered. But from time to time, deep in the thickets of my inner wilderness, I could sense the presence of something that knew how to stay alive even when the rest of me wanted to die. That something was my tough and tenacious soul.

Dance to music in your soul.

Music lifts the soul to spiritual realms.

What we need now are heroes and heroines, about a million of them, one brave deed is worth a thousand books. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save each other that evoke our capacity to hold another life without dishonoring its mystery never trying to coerce the other into meeting our own needs.

Guilt: it comes in so many subtle forms. It's carbon monoxide for the soul.

I want to be tantric with you.

Your soul is your sacred self.

Nature, take my breath with you; renew it with the wild breeze and fill my being up with so much soul, ego learns to fade away.

I imagine music sitting in a chair across from me saying "and how does that make you feel?".

A charge to keep I have A God to glorify: A never-dying soul to save And fit it for the sky.

He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:

Music gives strength to the spirit.

What happened to you?" she asked."Ben was feeling artistic. Wanted to rearrange my face.

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

You are my dark turned to bright, the day into my light. A vision of splendour to my lights, light.

Those who find courage to pursue their dreams, manifest gladness of the soul.

For spiritual vision of our soul, we need to balance between quantitative illusions & qualitative reality of our life.

With the discipline of the body comes discipline of the soul.

Open your mind a little, don't believe everything you hear, see or read, the world is so caught up in trying to avoid the topics that matter that you'll lose yourself trying to become like it.

You are encased in my heart.

I felt how much better and more dignified it was for me to show off the finer side of my soul than of my body.

Gracious words are refreshing to the soul.

The voice within is the voice of a sacred soul.

My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.