Soul
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I know my soul is beautiful; I know I'm a good person. And that will never change for me.
Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.
Too much freedom can lead to the soul's decay.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
I love musicians. I think artists are the most amazing people because they're constantly creating beauty for the world. With all the crazy stuff going on in the world, then there's artists reminding us of our humanity and reminding us of our heart and soul and what really matters.
What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
In Van Halen there were moments, like in some of the ballads, I put my heart and soul into those records. Those lyrics when I sang 'em, I gave myself goosebumps.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul — and sings the tunes without the words — and never stops at all.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.
Do activities you're passionate about — which make your heart and soul feel perky — including things like working out, cooking, painting, writing, yoga, hiking, walking, swimming, being in nature, being around art, or reading inspiring books.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.
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