Soul

That subtle knot which makes us man: So must pure lovers’ souls descend T’ affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruin’d me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.

Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth.

I have Immortal longings in me.

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows.

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, And fall into the ocean—ne’er to be found. My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? 5 Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul; 6 see, where it flies!

When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait and obey.

All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.

False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.

It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it.

Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.

But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.