“He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.”— Kahlil Gibran, thoughtcatalog.com
“I don't think anyone, until their soul leaves their body, is past the point of no return.”— Tom Hiddleston, books.google.com
“But by the time that moment ends, it is over and you are in too deep, wondering why there exists no rewind button for the soul, no second chance for the petty player, no backup plan for those who risk everything on nothing, all at once.”— Tania de Rozario, booksactuallyshop.com
“Laughter is wine for the soul - laughter soft, or loud and deep, tinged through with seriousness - the hilarious declaration made by man that life is worth living.”— Seán O’Casey, amazon.com
“There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body.”— Rumi, amazon.com
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.”— Rumi, amazon.com
“Breathe into me. Close the language- door and open the love window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.”— Rumi, amazon.com
“When it's cold and raining, you are more beautiful. And the snow brings me even closer to your lips.”— Rumi, amazon.com
“Know that my beloved in hidden from everyone Know that she is beyond the belief of all beliefs Know that in my heart she is as clear as the moon Know that she is the life in my body and in my soul”— Rumi, amazon.com
“I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to all the world I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance from you.”— Rumi, amazon.com
“Today I have found you and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they were not looking as I did.”— Rumi, amazon.com
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”— Carl Gustav Jung, goodreads.com
“Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes. With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the hall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the living-room.”— Francis Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the racking thoughts that crowd upon the mind, and make the heart beat violently, and the breath come thick, by the force of the images they conjure up before it; the des…”— Charles Dickens, amazon.com