#souls

Our Father and Our God, unto thee, O Lord we lift our souls. ↗

— William Pennington

#father #god #lift #lord #our

Religion did not exist for the saving of souls but for the preservation and welfare of society, and in all that was necessary to this end every man had to take his part, or break with the domestic and political community to which he belonged. ↗

— William Robertson Smith

#break #community #did #domestic #end

I think that Ionesco's greatest weapon is that he's able to make us laugh at the darkest corners of our souls. ↗

— Geoffrey Rush

#corners #darkest #greatest #greatest weapon #i

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ↗

— Emily Bronte

#his #made #mine #our #same

I’d do almost anything for you,” Simon said quietly. “I’d die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, you’d pick them? Is that—I don’t know, is that a moral sort of love at all? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-morgenstern #simon-lewis #life

Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out of Millenium Lint's gigs for the past two weeks because of it." "Actually, they changed their name," Jordan said. "They're Midnight Burrito now. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jordan #maia #change

But remember, I am no politician, and no seer into souls. ↗

— Rebecca Harding Davis

#i #i am #into #politician #remember

He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #date #jace #repartee #dating

Black for hunting through the night For death and sorrow, the color’s white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown, And red to call enchantment down. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#shadowhunter #death

We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try. ↗

— Ekaterina Sedia

#decisions #mortality #regret #souls #death