“I rolled my eyes in aggravation and glared at the ceiling, hating what I had to confess. Lend knew how much it affected me, taking souls, and I always felt guilty and dirty, like he was judging me even though he tried not to. The faerie came after me when Reth was down and I sucked out some of her soul.Good.I-Good?Yes. Good.I shuddered. You don't have the creepy, ice thing in you. It's not good.You here, safe and alive? Good.I smiled sadly and knocked on the wall three times. I-knock-love-knock-you-knock.He knocked three times back.” SoulEyeHateThreeFeltAliveJudgingWallSafeDown AndGuiltyIceDirtyAffectedThree TimesCeilingsCreepyAggravationFaerieJudge Me Author:Kiersten White
“I have an unquenchable desire to slow down and find my life going deeper in my walk with Christ. I want to meet him in the depths of my soul, away from the stress and press of everything on top. A relationship with Christ is the key to fulfilling our deepest longings. All of life is about filling the void that sin and separation from him have created within. Filling the emptiness with piles of things, earthly friendships, satisfying experiences, and sensual encounters ultimately proves to achieve less than what we had hoped for. Christ is the only one who fits.” WantSoulLife IsDesireChristSinWalksChristianityAchieveKeysFitProveStressDown AndPressesLongingDepthDeeperSeparationMy SoulSensualEncountersEmptinessSatisfyingVoidFulfillingSlow DownFilling Author:Joseph Stowell
“Nature is another important aspect of nourishing the soul. After a hike in the mountains where we live, for instance, I feel a remarkable sense of gratitude and awe. My mind quiets down and allows me to see more clearly the beauty of creation. And through that gratitude, the beauty of the universe is reflected back to the creator.” FeelsMindImportantSoulUniverseNatureCreationGratitudeMountainAspectDown AndCreatorInstanceAweRemarkable Author:Joan Z. Borysenko
“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
“I could never sit down and say: I'm going to do an out-and-out comedy, just to prove to people I can. You've just got to do what you do. Just listen to your soul and do your art and do it for the right reasons, and then you can't fail.” PeopleArtI CanSoulReasonComedyFailingProveDown AndYour SoulJust Listen Author:Paddy Considine
“Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?” IfsShouldChildrenSoulHomeMightLastsEvilWaitingSweetFlowerGrewPrayingHabitComfortSpringOur ChildrenDown AndVictimWineBonesWoundsGravesYour ChildrenImmortalMarchResurrectionProphecyDrunkennessPraying To GodSlumberDrunkardsDrummingImmortal SoulIntemperance Author:Thomas De Witt Talmage
“Every pleasure or pain has a sort of rivet with which it fastens the soul to the body and pins it down and makes it corporeal, accepting as true whatever the body certifies.” SoulBodyPainPleasureAcceptingDown AndPins Author:Socrates