Quote by Emily Bronte
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
You are my perfect soul mate who brings the very best out of me.
I will love the sun for it warms my soul. I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light, for it shows me the way. But I love you most, for you are my dream come true.
Look beyond the naked eye and you will see the beauty of one's soul, and the true essence of who they really are.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
There is sunshine in my soul today.
Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.
Starve the ego, feed the soul.
Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your soul.