Soul

The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.

All customs and traditions, all our way of life, everything to do with home and order, has crumbled into dust in the general upheaval and reorganization of society. The whole human way of life has been destroyed and ruined. All that’s left is the naked human soul stripped to the last shred, for which nothing has changed because it was always cold and shivering and reaching out to its nearest neighbor, as cold and lonely as itself.

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden as if in caves.

The heart is an organ of fire.

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter.

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.

But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark, the deep - into evil.

Who art thou then, O my soul!" (and here [Zarathustra] became frightened, for a sunbeam shot down from heaven upon his face.""O heaven above me," said he sighing, and sat upright, "thou gazest at me? Thou hearkenest unto my strange soul?When wilt thou drink this drop of dew that fell down upon all earthly things—when wilt thou drink this strange soul——When, thou well of eternity! thou joyous, awful, noontide abyss! when wilt thou drink my soul back into thee?

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

A soul that knows it is loved but does not itself love betrays its sediment: what is at bottom comes up." Epigrams and Interludes, Section 79

Their [philosophers] thinking is, in fact, far less a discovery than a re-recognizing, a remembering, a return and a home-coming to a far-off, ancient common-household of the soul, out of which those ideas formerly grew: philosophizing is so far a kind of atavism of the highest order.

What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?

Man is a universe within himself.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.

The soul should always stand ajar. Ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.

All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.

An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.