Soul Quotes - Page 358

Leave my soul alone, leave my soul alone

I have no idea how to start doing something that doesn't connect with me or my soul, somehow.

Humanity will destroy itself, body and soul, before it will learn a simple lesson.

Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.

You'd better do what you feel good about doing. If we [try] to figure out what it is the audience wants and then try to deliver it to them, we're lost souls on the ghost ship forever.

Balance the cost of the soul you lost with the dreams you lightly sold.

Are you gonna follow your soul? Or just the style of the day?

When we sing a song we give our soul a cuddle

I would say the soul would be more than the engine. The soul would be like the computer system that coordinates everything, from the smog device to the fuel injection system to the brakes.

I do emphasize that we cannot just get out of the Bible a definition of the soul.

The spirit is the part that is supposed to consciously direct everything in the person, including the soul.

The colors of light are infinite through refraction, yet they all come from the same source. Thus I cannot detach myself from the wickedest soul, nor fail to identify with the most virtuous.

I call the light and high aspects of my being spirit and the dark and heavy aspects soul.

There are a lot of new artists that I really dig and I think they really understand what R&B and Soul music is about.

I'm making black music. That's the only outline for me, really. That's the only boundary to stay with. It's soul music. I'm going all out in those terms.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

There was a warmth of fury in his last phrases. He meant she loved him more than he her. Perhaps he could not love her. Perhaps she had not in herself that which he wanted. It was the deepest motive of her soul, this self-mistrust. It was so deep she dared neither realise nor acknowledge. Perhaps she was deficient. Like an infinitely subtle shame, it kept her always back. If it were so, she would do without him. She would never let herself want him. She would merely see.

That is almost the whole of Russian literature: the phenomenal coruscations of the souls of quite commonplace people.

You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?

How can any man be free without a soul of his own, that he believes in and won't sell at any price?

When the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.

Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.

Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.