A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
Don't Gain The World & Lose Your Soul, Wisdom Is Better Than Silver Or Gold.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Valor is stability, not of legs and arms, but of courage and the soul.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
To live happily is an inward power of the soul.
Invest in the human soul. Who knows, it might be a diamond in the rough.
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
