Soul Quotes - Page 11

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

I would like to turn in my skin and change it for a new epidermis. It feels as if I will never be able to rinse the sadness from my soul. All the while I am cognizant of the fact that I am trying to purge myself of my feelings. I start with my shell. I am in the water at least an hour. I immerse my head. My long, thick mane is so heavy, but I feel the lightness of my hair as it floats. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I wonder what would happen if I died in this water. I drain the bathtub and refill it. I scrub my skin until it stings. I still don't feel clean. I close my eyes.I switch to lying on my back. I gaze at the heavens through the skylight on the ceiling above the tub. I am thinking about Isabella. I am struck by the feeling of uncleanness that I have been immersed in that day. I would imagine that this child feels unclean always, in body and in mind. I am hoping that the sheets in her foster home are snow white and fragrant. I am hoping that she felt safe. I am worried that she is so deeply alone and frightened. I know somewhere deep inside of me that the decisions and choices I made today were sound. I am praying, with eyes glued to the stars, that I will not awaken in the night with my heart beating out of my chest; that I will not be haunted by Francis's diseased body; that I will not perseverate on ever nuance of my day - the smells, the cockroaches, the piercing torment of Isabella's unseeing eye, her father's sore-ridden penis penetrating her tiny body. Yet in many ways this is an experience I hope never to forget. The pearls. I must not forget the pearls that I have promised her.

Every idea is in the soul of its owner. No other power can shift it to another soul, that is why we have the telephone, aircraft, etc, each having its unique inventor.

Michael Bassey Johnson

Taking a picture is like giving a piece of your soul away. You allow other people to see the world through your eyes.

...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not seen the things of this world, and the heart of men in this double light, has seen nothing, and knows noting of the truth.

I don't even know how long she sobs. Time ceases to pass, and she cries, cries, cries. Clutches me and makes these sounds of a soul being ripped in two, the grief so long denied taking its toll. Fermented grief is far more potent.

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love.

Molly Friedenfeld

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.Think rather,--call to thought, if now you grieve a little,The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarryI slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation--Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?

Dare I tell them that since I came here to danceI have been giving pieces of my body awayTo ridiculous diets,To repeated injuries,To Remington?And that maybeI thinkWith each bit of my bodyI lose a little piece of my soul

Stasia Ward Kehoe

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

...it's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul...

Living in love, gratitude and forgiveness, is peaceful and spiritually rejuvenating. Living under the emotional constraints of anger and resentment is draining and toxic to heart and soul. It can be difficult to let go of past hurts, but it can also be freeing and uplifting. More and more, i choose to live in love, gratitude and forgiveness.

If forgiveness is medicine for the soul, then gratitude is vitamins.

Forgiveness is alchemy of the soul in which the feeling of possibility returns to the human spirit.

Awake my soul, the glory of the Lord is upon me.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Never ever feel inferior because of the colour of your skin. Great is your soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Shine your light, you will inspire others to radiant their inner light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

My soul crave to walk with the Creator.My spirit sought to know the will of the Creator.My mind seek to mediate on the Holy words spoken by the Creator.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Music is awaken of soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Nourish your soul, mediate daily.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

Power of prayer, serenity for the soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Love and Fear are polar opposites. Love originates from the soul, while Fear and worries and insecurities originate in the mind. Love is Heavenly, while Fear is Earthly. Love is a gift from Above, Fear is a burden from below.

Donald L. Hicks

I may not understand all what God does, but I sure of His faithfulness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Your intuition won't fail you, the quest dear; is to silence your mind so you can feel your way home.

Love and intuition are born of the same source. Of all the gifts you will receive in this life, love is the only one with everlasting power. Love is your companion in this world and into the next.

We are the authors of the stories our soul unfolds.

The soul's tears are worth more than the heart's smiles.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A sweet soul will take you further than a sweet tongue.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Love is the soul's symphony.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Love is the soul's rainbow.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A heart's wound heals quicker than a soul's scratch.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The most beautiful rainbow is the one inside your soul.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The soul's joys are greater than the heart's pleasures.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The soul’s steps are greater than the heart’s leaps.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The heart smiles when the soul shines.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Love is the brightest star in the soul's sky.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Letting go facilitates the evolution of the soul.

Bricks on your back are easier to carry than pebbles on your soul.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The soul's smile is better than the heart's grin.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Love is the softest rose in the soul's garden.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The soul's garden is watered by love's rivers.

Matshona Dhliwayo

If you want to know how the heart is related to the soul, love someone.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The soul's hands carry the heart's burdens.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The ear never forgets what the soul says.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The greatest treasures are not found in museums, but in our hearts.

Matshona Dhiliwayo

All my relationships and all of my challenges are opportunities for my soul to evolve.

The quieter the mind the louder the soul.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Light in your soul kindles the light in your world.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Your mind is an entire world, your heart is an entire cosmos, and your soul is an entire universe.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Love is the only flame that can light up your soul and universe simultaneously.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.

Michael Bassey Johnson

In politics no permanent friends, no permanent enemies but permanent interest.

Patience Johnson

Writers are engineers of human souls.

We nurture the candle flames that show the way ahead. We are guerrillas of the word, unsung heroes breathing softly on the embers of the human mind, so that they might re-ignite the hearths around which we once found safe haven. The book is the Light and the Life.

I want to be a woman who lives totally abandoned to the first commandment: to love my Lord, my God, with all my heart. I don’t want the reputation that I love God, I don’t want to write songs about loving God, I don’t want to talk about loving God. I want to actually love God. When I close my eyes, I want my heart to move. When I close my eyes and I look at Him, I want to feel alive on the inside. I want to look at Him with a fire in my heart and it’s real.

Love and kindness are the hammer and chisel that gently chip through barriers and long-held beliefs to reveal the magnificent soul contained within every human.

Molly Friedenfeld

When things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep

Assumption is one dreadful and incurable disease, which sticks to the soul and wiggles across the skin.

Aniruddha Sastikar

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