Quotes
Quotes about Soul
What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.
And see all sights from pole to pole And glance, and nod, and bustle by, And never once possess our soul Before we die.
But each day brings from its pretty dust Our soon choked souls to fill.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood. [Lat., Anima certe, quia spiritus, in sicco habitare non potest; ideo in sanguine fertur habitare.]
A soul as white as Heaven.
And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
In your patience possess ye your souls.
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
The iron entered into his soul.
My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave, His soul goes marching on.
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.
And he that makes his soul his surety, I think, does give the best security.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of two everlasting hostile empires, Necessity and Freewill.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions. [Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]
From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.
The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed centre.
My father was an eminent button-maker at Birmingham, . . . but I had a soul above buttons.
A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Athletes have studied how to leap and how to survive the leap some of the time and return to the ground. They don't always do it well. But they are our philosophers of actual moments and the body and soul in them, and of our maneuvers in our emergencies and longings.
Only a man who knows what it is like to be defeated can reach down to the bottom of his soul and come up with the extra ounce of power it takes to win when the match is even
For surely in the blind deep-buried roots Of all men's souls to-day A secret quiver shoots.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend, Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
