If we don't forgive ourselves for our mistakes, and others for the wounds they have inflicted upon us, we end up crippled with guilt. And the soul cannot grow under a blanket of guilt, because guilt is isolating, while growth is a gradual process of reconnection to ourselves, to other people, and to a larger whole.
[He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.
Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories.
My kids, they're my energy, my soul, and my nicest friend.
Had I no other proof of the immortality of the soul than the oppression of the just and the triumph of the wicked in this world, this alone would prevent my having the least doubt of it. So shocking a discord amidst a general harmony of things would make me naturally look for a cause; I should say to myself we do not cease to exist with this life; everything reassumes its order after death.
Storytelling is at the heart of life. . . In finding our own story, we assemble all the parts of ourselves. Whatever kind of mess we have made of it, we can somehow see the totality of who we are and recognize how our blunderings are related. We can own what we did and value who we are, not because of the outcome but because of the soul story that propelled us.
I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
A puritan is such a one as loves God with all his soul, but hates his neighbor with all his heart.
We must love because we are loved by God. We must be conscious of death if we are to have a proper understanding of life. We must struggle in order to grow, but without falling into the trap of the power we gain through that struggle, because we know that power is worthless. Finally, we must accept that our eternal soul is, at this moment, caught in the web of time with all its opportunities and its limitations.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
Can you be alone without being lonely? Can you spend time by yourself without craving noise or company of other people? Have you discovered the glory of quiet time spent alone, time spent listening to your soul? Solitude brings with it gifts that come from nowhere else.
Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
The customer is the immediate jewel of our souls. Him we flatter, him we feast, compliment, vote for, and will not contradict.
A gracious soul may look through the darkest cloud and see God smiling on him.
You must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul.
We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.
In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.
Digression is the soul of wit.
I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.
