There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Behold, we live through all things,famine, thirst, Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery, All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst On soul and body,but we can not die, Though we be sick and tired and faint and worn, Lo, all things can be borne!
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul ... the soul ... There is no bandage -- even crying is in vain.
Pythagoras' idea of the transmigration of the soul is central.
Everybody's got soul. It's a matter of what condition it's in.
Joy and Sorrow have as source the very soul who planned their course.
The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew the way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Learning how to operate a soul figures to take time.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
A soul. A soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.
My own soul is my most faithful friend. My own heart, my truest confidant.
Soul is when you take a song and make it a part of you a part that's so true, so real, people think it must have happened to you. It's like electricity we don't really know what it is, do we? But it's a force that can light a room. Soul is like electricity, like a spirit, a drive, a power.
We need each other / We believe in one another / And I know we're gonna uncover / What's sleeping in our souls
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