| A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. William Shakespeare Soul |
| More from William Shakespeare |
| Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. William Shakespeare |
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| God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one. William Shakespeare |
| When we are born, we cry that we are come, To this great stage of fools. William Shakespeare |
| With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. William Shakespeare |
| Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom. William Shakespeare |
| Fight till the last gasp. William Shakespeare |
| The sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. William Shakespeare |
| The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. William Shakespeare |
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| There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Then are dreamt of in your philosophy. William Shakespeare |
| Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried. William Shakespeare |
| More in the Soul category |
| Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed. Joseph Addison Soul |
| "He who commends the nature of the soul as the supreme good, and condemns the nature of the flesh as evil, at once both carnally desires the soul, and carnally flies the flesh, because he feels thus from human vanity, not from divine truth." Saint Augustin Soul |
| I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card. Charles Baudelaire Soul |
| It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... but for Wales! Robert Bolt Soul |
| Some tension is necessary for the soul to grow, and we can put that tension to good use. We can look for every opportunity to give and receive love, to appreciate nature, to heal our wounds and the wounds of others, to forgive, and to serve. Joan Borysenko Soul |
| The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions. Marcus Tullius Cicero Soul |
| Inexorable facts connect our consciousness with this body that we know; and that not merely as a whole, but the parts of it are connected severally with parts of our brain-action. If there is any similar connexion with a spiritual body, it only follows that the spiritual body must die at the same time with the natural one. Consider a mountain rill. It runs down in the sunshine, and its water evaporates; yet it is fed by thousands of tiny tributaries, and the stream flows on. The water may be changed again and again, yet still there is the same stream. It widens over plains, or is prisoned and fouled by towns; always the same stream, but at last 'even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.' When than happens, no drop of water is lost, but the stream is dead. William Kingdon Clifford Soul |
Beauty lies within the soul
and should always be set free
take a glimpse at love so true and pure
found only.......within me Mara E. Dvorak Soul |
| Since our inner experiences consist of reproductions and combinations of sensory impressions, the concept of a soul without a body seems to me to be empty and devoid of meaning. Albert Einstein Soul |
| The man described for us, whom we are invited to free, is already in himself the effect of a subjection much more profound than himself. A 'soul' inhabits him and brings him to existence, which is itself a factor in the mastery that power exercises over the body. The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body. Michel Foucault Soul |
