Essence of any creature encompasses more than one realm.Here now this body, is a vehicle of my essence in this universe.

A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was. Or so I tell myself; and for now, that is enough.

When I lost you...my world darkened beyond any known shade of black, and the only light that I have seen since is you...

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes.

He wants her to want him with the same intensity. She looks upon him with lusts draw and whispers, "Take me, I am yours.

For my soul lies dormant, restless, waiting for that moment when shackles are cast aside and it is free to fly once more.

By coming from our Soul, we are in the fullness of our being ― This is the “garden” from which we grow.

I'm amazed how my soul is served the messages I need to be fed at exactly the time I'm in need. When I'm open.

Good for the body is the work of the body good for the soul the work of the soul and good for either the work of the othe

Kyubey: Why do you humans place so much value on housing your souls inside your bodies? It's a complete mystery to me.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Cuando dos almas están destinadas a estar juntas, por más que tropiecen siempre lograrán encontrarse.

I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again.