He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
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Quotes tagged ‘Soul’
I don't think anyone, until their soul leaves their body, is past the point of no return.
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.
Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.
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.
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
The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.
— 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
In the silence of love you will find the spark of life
— 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
Raise your words not your voice, it is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
— 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.
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.
He had only an intolerable, chest-crushing anxiety.
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…
I tried to draw my soul but all I could think of was flowers.