Quotes
Quotes about Soul
It is the still small voice that the soul heeds; not the deafening blasts of doom.
If all hearts were open and all desires knownâas they would be if people showed their soulsâhow many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!
The Establishment center... has led us into the stupidest and cruelest war in all history. That war is a moral and political disaster - a terrible cancer eating away at the soul of our nation.
Since ancient Time began, Ever on some great soul God laid an infinite burden-- The weight of all this world, the hopes of man, Conflict and pain, and fame immortal are his guerdon.
The purely Great Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere, Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Weak souls always set to work at the wrong time.
Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul.
Will is the dynamic soul-force.
Great souls have wills; feeble ones have only wishes.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretches out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever.
The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm!
Brevity is the body and soul of wit.
Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.
If thy brother, the son of thy mother, or thy son, or thy daughter, or the wife of thy bosom, or thy friend, which is as thine own soul, entice thee secretly, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which thou hast not known, thou, nor thy fathers.
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!
Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve The thing thou lovest, though the body starve-- Who works for glory misses oft the goal; Who works for money coins his very soul. Work for the work's sake, then, and it may be That these things shall be added unto thee.
Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
'Tis fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
Terms ill defined, and forms misunderstood, And customs, when their reasons are unknown, Have stirred up many zealous souls To fight against imaginary giants.
Experience shows that success is due less to ability than to zeal. The winner is he who gives himself to his work body and soul.
