Soul

For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

O Love, O fire! once he drew

 

A house that has a library in it has a soul.

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

 

Why were we crucified into sex?

 

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits.

But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable. E. M.

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

 

The heart is an organ of fire.

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always— take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

 

There are only two great diseases in the world today—Bolshevism and Americanism; and Americanism is the worse of the two, because Bolshevism only smashes your house or your business or your skull, but Americanism smashes your soul.

 

Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

 

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

 

Someone has said that conversation is sex for the soul.

Spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

 

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

He’s [Heathcliff’s] more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

 

We are all visionaries, and what we see is our soul in things.

O may my heart’s truth

Man becomes man only by the intelligence, but he is man only by the heart.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul.

 

“Each man’s soul is his genius.”