#soul

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life. ↗

— Gilbert K. Chesterton

#broken #happy #his #life #loved

We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try. ↗

— Ekaterina Sedia

#decisions #mortality #regret #souls #death

My mother's death supervened, and this was the greatest blow I had experienced in my life. I worshipped her... I could not resign myself to the loss of a being on whom I counted to make invisible the unavoidable blemishes of my soul. ↗

— Salvador Dalí

#family #love #pain #sadness #soul

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be. ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angels-and-demons #death #demons #skn-hammerstone #the-rift

He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close. ↗

— Chelsie Shakespeare

#desire #dreams #love #meant-to-be #past-lives

The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it. Of all he'd craved in his life, all he'd dreamed of having, all he'd fought to gain by fair means or foul, he'd never imagined having such such as she as his own. Never imagined himself the man he'd come to be because she was. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#dreams

Please lift your snowy skies off my soul - Your diamond dreams slice through my veins ↗

— Else Lasker-Schüler

#poetry #soul #dreams

A man doesn't grow old because he has lived a certain number of years. A man grows old when he deserts his ideal. The years may wrinkle his skin, but deserting his ideal wrinkles his soul. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#ideal #ideals #old #old-age #soul

A great library cannot be constructed; it is the growth of ages. ↗

— John Hill Burton

#book-soul #books-reading #age

I’ve realized, though, we can either choose to be vulnerable or have moments of vulnerability sneak up on us. Like when you’re happily alone, strutting around your house naked, but then hear a sound. Suddenly, the comfort and confidence you felt in your own skin evaporates. You run to the nearest room, hurrying to shut the door. Then you wait, and listen quietly for an opportunity to make an escape. Your mind races trying to think of an excuse for your current nude state. You’re embarrassed. But, if you live your life listening for the Lord, obeying when He asks you to be vulnerable, you never have to worry about being walked in on. Your soul is ready to be seen. And, He won’t allow your life to be marked by shame or embarrassment. ↗

— Katie Kiesler

#embarrassmentrassment #shame #soul #vulnerable #age