“I felt a funeral in my brain, and mourners to and fro kept treading, treading till I felt that sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, a service, like a drum, kept beating, beating, till I felt my mind was going numb. And then I heard them lift a box and creak across my soul with those same boots of lead again, then space began to toll, as if the heavens were a bell and being were an ear, and I, and silence, some strange race wrecked, solitary, here. Just then, a plank in reason broke, and I fell down and down and hit a world at every plunge, and finished knowing then.” IfsWorldMindSoulReasonHeavenFeltSpaceRaceBrainSilenceKnowingHeardStrangeEarsDown AndBoxesFinishedMy SoulBrokeLiftsFuneralBootsBellsSolitaryNumbPlungeTollsTreading Author:Andrew Solomon
“Art is a course in personal development that has no reliable diploma and no known end. The pursuit of art instructs in beauty as well as ugliness, fantasy as well as common sense. Art levels souls and baffles brains. Art softens pain because it is pain. Art gives joy because it is joy.” GivingWellsArtSoulEndsPainJoyCoursesLevelsCommonBrainKnownFantasyDevelopmentArt IsProfessionPersonal DevelopmentPursuitCommon SenseUglinessDiploma Author:Robert Genn
“In order for a musician to grow, he's got to pay his dues. Some musicians ask me, 'well, what do you mean? You're saying I have to 'starve' and pay all these dues just to play jazz?' And my answer to them is, well, to some degree, yes! Because in order to play jazz you have to live it. Those notes mean something. They don't just come from your brain, they come from your heart and soul too. And in order to have that heart and soul you have to experience life. So I relate my music to my life and my life style. You can't separate the two.” WellsHeartMeanTwoSoulPlayOrderAsksGrowsAnswersPayBrainStyleDegreesMusicianJazzNotesDuesRelateAsk MeHeart And SoulLife Style Author:Woody Shaw
“If you spend enough time reading or writing, you find a voice, but you also find certain tastes. You find certain writers who when they write, it makes your own brain voice like a tuning fork, and you just resonate with them. And when that happens, reading those writers ... becomes a source of unbelievable joy. It’s like eating candy for the soul. And I sometimes have a hard time understanding how people who don’t have that in their lives make it through the day.” PeopleIfsWritingSoulSometimesHardEnoughHappensJoyCertainReadingUnderstandingVoiceBrainSourceTasteEatingHard TimesUnbelievableCandyEnough TimeForksTuningReading Or Writing Author:David Foster Wallace
“Nothing is more common than energy in money-making, quite independent of any higher object than its accumulation. A man who devotes himself to this pursuit, body and soul, can scarcely fail to become rich. Very little brains will do; spend less than you earn; add guinea to guinea; scrape and save; and the pile of gold will gradually rise.” MenLittlesSoulBodyEnergyCommonBrainRichFailingObjectsHigherGoldIndependentAddPursuitMaking MoneyAccumulationGuineaBecome Rich Book:Self-help: With Illustrations of Charakter, Conduct and Perseverance Source: Self-help: With Illustrations of Charakter, Conduct and Perseverance
“I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.” KnowsWantSoulSongBrainPaintBlowPursuitMakersRhymeMuteButchersBakersFlutes Author:Robert Browning
“Behold great Whitman, whose licentious line Delights the rake, and warms the souls of swine; Whose fever'd fancy shuns the measur'd pace, And copies Ovid's filth without his grace. In his rough brain a genius might have grown, Had he not sought to play the brute alone; But void of shame, he let his wit run wild, And liv'd and wrote as Adam's bestial child.” ChildrenSoulPlayMightRunningLinesBrainGraceGeniusShameDelightWitFancyRoughCopiesPaceAdamVoidBrutesFeverFilthSwineRakes Book:The Conservative Source: The Conservative
“My brain's gone, my soul's worn and my spirit is torn The rest of my body's still bein operated on.” StillsSoulBodySpiritBrainGoneMy SoulWornTorn Author:Eminem
“These wickets of the soul are plac'd so high, Because all sounds do highly move aloft; And that they may not pierce too violently, They are delay'd with turns and twinings oft. For should the voice directly strike the brain, It would astonish and confuse it much; Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain. That it the organ may more gently touch.” ShouldMaySoulMovingTurnsSoundVoiceBrainHearingStrikesOrgansDelayFoldsPiercePlaits Author:Sir John Davies
“Blood is very powerful. While meat is the substance that keeps our living souls in this physical reality, blood keeps our meat alive. Blood is liquid life. When blood escapes our bodies we are alarmed to the very core of our brains. It is life leaking out of us. It is frightening and makes red a profoundly intense color.” LifeSoulBodyRealityPowerfulBrainAliveBloodColorRedCoreIntensePainterSubstanceMeatFrighteningVery PowerfulLiquidBleedingColor Red Author:Mark Ryden
“No substance in nature, as far as yet known, has, when it reaches the brain, such power to induce mental and moral changes of a disastrous character as alcohol. Its transforming power is marvelous, and often appalling. It seems to open a way of entrance into the soul for all classes of foolish, insane or malignant spirits, who, so long as it remains in contact with the brain, are able to hold possession.” WayLongSoulCharacterSeemsAbleSpiritBrainKnownMoralClassRemainsPossessionAlcoholFoolishContactInsaneSubstanceMarvelousTransformingEntrances Author:Timothy Shay Arthur
“We all experience 'soul moments' in life-when we see a magnificent sunrise, hear the call of the loon, see the wrinkles in our mother's hands, or smell the sweetness of a baby. During these moments, our body, as well as our brain, resonates as we experience the glory of being a human being.” HumansWellsSoulMomentsBodyHandsMotherHuman BeingsBrainBabyGlorySmellMagnificentSunriseSweetnessWrinkles Author:Marion Woodman
“During the day, our souls gather their ... impressions of us, how our lives feel. ... Our spirits collect these impressions, keep them together, like wisps of smoke in a bag. Then, when we're asleep, our brains open up these bags of smoke ... and take a look.” FeelsLooksSoulTogetherSpiritBrainOur LivesImpressionSmokeBagsWisps Author:Marsha Norman