I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul
I have seen all souls as my soul, and realized my soul as the soul of all.
The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!
I began to read the Holy Scriptures upon my knees, laying aside all other books, and praying over, if possible, every line and word...I would be so overpowered with a sense of God's Infinite Majestey, that I would be contrained to throw myself on the ground, and offer my soul as a blank in His hands, to write on it what He pleased.
Knowing God is like listening to beautiful music. His words have power. He lifts me up & soothes my soul. He makes me dance. He gives me joy.
A deep distress has humanised my soul.
Throw your stick and stones, throw your bombs and your blows, but you're not gonna break my soul.
When I connect to my soul, project it into another # character , and then bring it to the stage or to a film--that has always been for me the great joy of # acting . It's been as if my soul kind of leaps out of my body and is able to be free and dance around.
I know that the creator will go, but his work survives. That is why to escape death, I attempt to bind my soul to my work.
I’ve often said that I wish people could realize all their dreams and wealth and fame, so that they could see that it’s not where they’re gonna find their sense of completion. Like many of you, I was concerned about going out into the world and doing something bigger than myself, until someone smarter than myself made me realize that there is nothing bigger than myself. My soul is not contained within the limits of my body, my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.
This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.
Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place.
The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can, old man, - you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind, - I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.
When I was playing for tips in college, I felt a fire in my soul. I had the same principle of focus that I had learned playing football.
My soul Is Naked. It wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.
I kiss people with my soul. I don't kiss them with my mouth.
My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
Might be a quarter life crisis, just disturbin' in my soul.
My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.
What first truly stirred my soul was not fear or pain, nor was it pleasure or games; it was the yearning for freedom. I had to gain freedom-but from what, from whom? Little by little, in the course of time, I mounted freedom's rough unaccommodating ascent. To gain freedom first of all from the Turk, that was the initial step; after that, later, this new struggle began: to gain freedom from the inner Turk-from ignorance, malice and envy, from fear and laziness, from dazzling false ideas; and finally from idols, all of them, even the most revered and beloved.
Here was I worrying about my journey, while God was helping me all the way. It made me realize that I am very weak; my courage is only borrowed from Him, but, oh, the peace that flooded my soul; and although I know that I may be held up at the border , I am at peace within, because I know that He never faileth.
Think of a single word. We'll use soul as our example. How do you define soul? Is it the same definition I use? Can it ever be it? My soul is not your soul. Our souls, our definitions, are shaped by the singular and cumulative experiences in our lives, the emotional weight we attach to a concept forever locked in the space behind our own eyes.
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