Quotes on My Soul

Music...This is the favorite passion of my soul.

Creativity is the firing of my soul.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.

I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.

The grace that does not change my life will not save my soul.

My soul is that of a drummer.... I didn't do it to become rich and famous. I did it because it was the love of my life.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I was forced to enter the basement of my soul and look directly at what was hidden there, and to choose, in the face of it all, not death but life.

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.

I'm not here to be on display. And my body is not for public consumption. I will not be reduced to an object, or a pair of legs to sell shoes. I'm a soul, a mind, a servant of God. My worth is defined by the beauty of my soul, my heart, my moral character. So I won't worship your beauty standards, and I don't submit to your fashion sense. My submission is to something higher.

I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.

The only initiation which I advocate and which I look for with all the ardor of my Soul, is that by which we are able to enter into the Heart of God within us, and there make an Indissoluble Marriage, which makes us the Friend and Spouse of the Repairer … there is no other way to arrive at this Holy Initiation than for us to delve more and more into the depth of our Soul and to not let go of the prize until we have succeeded in liberating its lively and vivifying origin.

When I first saw you with your smile so tender, my heart was captured, my soul surrendered.

This book, conceived in sorrow, composed in grief, and constructed at the brink of despair, contains my mind's best thoughts, and my soul's triumph over the powers of darkness.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

Whenever anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the offense cannot reach it.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.