Quotes
Quotes about Soul
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
The body sprang
At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,--no!
The ultimate, angels' law,
Indulging every instinct of the soul
There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!
The starlight of heaven above us shall quiver
As our souls flow in one down eternity's river.
Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught.
Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
Would that we two were lying
Beneath the churchyard sod,
With our limbs at rest in the green earth's breast,
And our souls at home with God.
Are gods more ruthless than mortals?
Have they no mercy for youth? no love for the souls who have loved them?
Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.
All thoughts that mould the age begin
Deep down within the primitive soul.
It may be glorious to write
Thoughts that shall glad the two or three
High souls, like those far stars that come in sight
Once in a century.
Not only around our infancy
Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;
Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Earth's biggest country's gut her soul,
An' risen up earth's greatest nation.
There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.
I loafe and invite my soul.
What do you suppose will satisfy the soul except to walk free and own no superior?
My soul is full of whispered song,--
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are full of life and light.
My soul to-day
Is far away
Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.
Calm Soul of all things! make it mine
To feel, amid the city's jar,
That there abides a place of thine,
Man did not make, and can not mar.
The will is free;
Strong is the soul, and wise and beautiful;
The seeds of godlike power are in us still;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will!
Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
Love is that orbit of the restless soul
Whose circle grazes the confines of space,
Bounding within the limits of its race
Utmost extremes.
The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon's height
Is not so sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul
That darts to its delight
Straight from the absolution of a faithful fight.
O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,
And the souls mounting up to God
Went by her like thin flames.
