souls

Just as our parents' souls revolted against God, their bodies revolted against their souls, to which they had been subject. And they realized 'that they were naked.

Then, only then would she realize that the life that she created will extinguish with nothing to offer but the sorrow that she harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug in our hearts.

White bridal dresses stunning and pure, bringing promises, binding two souls together, life forces connected, holding the same vision.

I understand the sacred words of the sacred souls.

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.

When I look up at Heaven,I see the souls of those who diedBeaming down at me,Wanting to scream: __'m still alive!_,Wishing to scribble across the sapphire sky -Letters to their loved ones,But a million dark oceans stand between us,Between those who passed and the living,Between those of us still stuck below,And those who have crossed over the threshold of time -Where what seems like eternity to us,Is really only a few minutes to them.So you see, there is no reason to weep over the shining ones -For even though the space that separates us is limitless,The wall of time that divides us is only paper-thin.And one day, we shall all reunite with them,When our souls are released like fishBack into the vast shimmering seaTo shine together likeGlittering diamonds.

I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this,Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again_

Forget the soul. No such ghost in the machine. What happens to our mind befalls our body also. The condition of the body is also the state of the mind.

As a rule, Americans are big on that word __hoice_ and some souls can be captured simply by dangling before the creature a continual, lifelong supply of things from which to choose.

Just above our terror, the stars painted this storyin perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too oftenabused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

Mortals live but their souls are little more than raw energy coursing through flesh. When they die that energy is broken down and returned to the cosmos. There is no heaven, and no hell. Only delusion.

Take me on a journey to the place of souls,_ she whispered as he moved closer. __ want to close my eyes and feel a little piece of heaven_with you.

I did not know of any single soul who succeed in life without a mentorship.

She__ into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She__ into all this and so much more.

The departed souls shall never return.

A bodyguard for a pretty socialite, I was moving up in the world. Like all idiots I naturally assumed she was pretty because she was rich. You can buy anything with money, even people, even... beauty.