Innocent Soul Quotes

My brother is undoubtedly arrogant," Tyrion Lannister replied. "My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you? ~ George R R Martin

There was presented to him at once and clearly an opportunity for joy--casual, accidental joy, but joy. If he could not manage joy, at least he might have managed the intention of joy, or (if that also were too much) an effort towards the intention of joy. The infinity of-grace could have been contented and invoked by a mere mental refusal of anything but such an effort. He knew his duty--he was no fool--he knew that the fantastic recognition would please and amuse the innocent soul of Sir Aston, not so much for himself as in some unselfish way for the honour of history. Such honours meant nothing, but they were part of the absurd dance of the world, and to be enjoyed as such. Wentworth knew he could share that pleasure. He could enjoy; at least he could refuse not to enjoy. He could refuse and reject damnation.

With a perfectly clear, if instantaneous, knowledge of what he did, he rejected joy instead. He instantaneously preferred anger, and at once it came; he invoked envy, and it obliged him. He crushed the paper in a rage, then he tore it open, and looked again and again-there it still was. He knew that his rival had not only succeeded, but succeeded at his own expense; what chance was there of another historical knighthood for years? Till that moment he had never thought of such a thing. The possibility had been created and withdrawn simultaneously, leaving the present fact to mock him. The other possibility--of joy in that present fact--receded as fast. He ha ~ Charles Williams

The more one is obsessed with God, the less one is innocent. Nobody bothered about him in paradise. The fall brought about this divine torture. It's not possible to be conscious of divinity without guilt. Thus God is rarely to be found in an innocent soul. ~ Emil Cioran

My mother used to say about gossipers
" Don't worry about people talking about you , whilst they're talking about you they are leaving some other poor innocent soul alone ~ Lou Silluzio

I still love...

Though you pushed me to the evil edge, Sabotaged my feelings
And trashed them into the bin,
You taught me to hate,
Hatred lives somewhere
through the corners of my heart.
I believed we existed,
But you gunned down all we had.
Selfishness ruled you,

Because of you,
I was a man enough,
But you knew it was all just an act,
You blinded my vision with a dark cloud,
I don't know what I'm doing,
You destroyed my way of loving,
It's so full of portholes,
Wherever I go,
I see your thirsty images,
They held a grudge,
On an innocent soul,
It's hard, but...
I still love... ~ Tshepo Ramodisa

The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being. ~ Victor Hugo

A gentle and a sweet, innocent soul can come from any place, any background. It is the nature of the soul and it cannot really change on the inside. A soul like this may come to believe the tauntings of the circumstances in life, and of the people who created those circumstances, with only memories of the true reflection of who it (the soul) really is. The downfall begins when a beautiful soul starts to believe that it is not beautiful. ~ C. JoyBell C.

Peace is an ocean,
harmony is the ship,
tolerance is the captain,
and strife is the storm.
Joy is an ocean,
faith is the ship,
hope is the captain,
and despair is the storm.
Love is an ocean,
kindness is the ship,
compassion is the captain,
and greed is the storm.
Virtue is an ocean,
prudence is the ship,
goodness is the captain,
and vice is the storm.
Friendship is an ocean,
trust is the ship,
patience is the captain,
and betrayal is the storm.


Destiny is an ocean,
purpose is the ship,
character is the captain,
and misfortune is the storm.
Experience is an ocean,
the present is the ship,
the past is the captain,
and pain is the storm.
The soul is an ocean,
the heart is the ship,
the soul is the captain,
and darkness is the storm.
Life is an ocean,
reality is the ship,
awareness is the captain,
and mortality is the storm.
Eternity is an ocean,
time is the ship,
destiny is the captain,
and death is the storm. ~ Matshona Dhliwayo

What the soul must do is to face all the terrible things and not be crushed by them, ~ Marty Rubin

Intuition is seeing with the soul. ~ Dean Koontz

I ask you to try something. If someone grieves you, or dishonors you, or takes something of yours, then pray like this: "Lord, we are all your creatures. Pity your servants, and turn them to repentance," and then you will perceptibly bear grace in your soul. Induce your heart to love your enemies, and the Lord, seeing your good will, shall help you in all things, and will Himself show you experience. But whoever thinks evil of his enemies does not have love for God and has not known God. ~ Silouan The Athonite

Only the body saves the soul. ~ Rowan Williams

24 hours was not enough to savor all the beauty of her soul, the heart has the words with every pulse. ~ Sam Houssami

The Christian is the man who no longer seeks his salvation, his deliverance, his justification in himself, but in Jesus Christ alone. He knows that God's Word in Jesus Christ pronounces him guilty, even when he does not feel his guilt, and God's Word in Jesus Christ pronounces him not guilty and righteous, even when he does not feel that he is righteous at all. The Christian no longer lives of himself, by his own claims and his own justification, but by God's claims and God's justification. He lives wholly by God's Word pronounced upon him, whether that Word declares him guilty or innocent. ~ Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Here with me,
Near to me,
Next to me,
You put a hex on me,
that fills me with Joy.
Beside me,
Inside of me,
You hide in me,
what you don't want others to know,
what others won't understand.
Safe in your embrace,
the warmth of your face,
takes me to another place,
while right next to you I stand.
With you I feel whole again,
With you, I feel my soul again,
You're my Lover,
You're my Friend,
A most intoxicating blend,
A Dream which I never want to end. ~ Renee Rentmeester

Never be content to wear a cloak of religion. Be all that you profess. Though you may err, be real. Though you may stumble, be true. Keep this principle continually before your eyes, and it will be well with your soul throughout your journey from grace to glory. ~ J.C. Ryle

isn't it time for your soul, which has been ashamed of your meat for so long, to thank your meat for finally doing something wonderful?" I thought that over. "That sounds right, too," I said. "You have to actually do it," she said. "How?" I said. "Hold your hand in front of your eye," she said, "and look at those strange and clever animals with love and gratitude, and tell them out loud: 'Thank you, Meat.'" So I did. I held my hands in front of my eyes, and I said out loud and with all my heart: 'Thank you, Meat. ~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

He gave her a sleepy, innocent smile. "What'd I do? ~ Thea Harrison

I have always considered myself a person with a gypsy heart, and I
Surrender my dreams to my soul, for it's a free sprit who believes in no boundaries of region and religion. ~ Megha Khare

But then Lalita did something odd. Well, not odd, but beautiful. She shifted the clay pot of water from her right hip to her left. She pushed it up against the curve of her waist, wrapped her arm around the neck of the pot, and disappeared around the bend. Mohan knelt to the ground; he could taste the earthen dampness clinging to her waist. He knew then that he'd been wrong: she wasn't simply happy; happiness could not possibly explain the strange loveliness, the utter seductiveness, of that gesture. No, what Lalita had was something even more audacious than happiness. What was it? Mohan trembled....

Sitting on his bed that afternoon, after lunch, Mohan decided that the clay of the pot and the bronze of Lalita's skin were the only true substances. They were why the rains fell, why the sun rose. His fingers traced them all his life. Then he knew. He knew what Lalita had that the others didn't, that he didn't; she had sex. In fact, he realized, what she had was the opposite of what he had. But what was it that he had? What was the opposite of sex? It seemed like a question without an answer. Like where does reality stop and unreality begin? Or, what goes deeper, the human soul or the human imagination? But this one had an answer. That much Mohan knew. He knew that the opposite of sex was fear. And fear was something he had an abundance of. ~ Shobha Rao

It's a beautiful thing when someone presence alone whisper to your soul "I am Here for you. ~ Micheline Jean Louis

Answering Emily
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How Frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
~Emily Dickinson

Is it really so hard to love this man
Which to your siren's calls been lured?
Cannot his kiss traverse the oceans depths
Piggy-backed upon his word?

Neither frigate, freighter nor chariot,
Hitched to Hermes's heels,
Can convey the breadth of purest love
That this heart truly feels. ~ Beryl Dov

This is for you, all the women of the world
Those who lived, all who ever will
this is for your love, mine is yours
Love is fate, I am here
Because you know the meaning of life
That begins and ends with a kiss
We are knights in shining ardor, who toil for you
And our children, it's a circle
So they will know this truth
Love is the sacred gospel, all we need to know
As your son and lover, my spirit lives imbued
With, from and by your wisdom and beauty
I am here to pay honor and homage to your soul
This is and will always be my devotion
This I dedicate, because through you I become whole ~ Trevor McShane

Too much thought is bad for the soul, for art, and for crime. It is also a sign of middle age. ~ Patrick Hamilton

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) ~ E. E. Cummings

Mama had an appreciation of the language. She taught me a love of words, of how they should be used and how they can fill a creative soul with a passion and lead to a life's work. ~ Lewis Grizzard

The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask ~ Ani DiFranco

The noontide of my life is starting,
Which I must needs accept, I know;
But oh, my light youth, if we're parting,
I want you as a friend to go!
My thanks to you for the enjoyments,
The sadness and the pleasant torments,
The hubbub, storms, festivity,
For all that you have given me;
My thanks to you. I have delighted
In you when times were turbulent,
When times were calm... to full extent;
Enough now! With a soul clear-sighted
I set out on another quest
And from my old life take a rest.

Let me glance back. Farewell, you arbours
Where, in the backwoods, I recall
Days filled with indolence and ardours
And dreaming of a pensive soul.
And you, my youthful inspiration,
Keep stirring my imagination,
My heart's inertia vivify,
More often to my corner fly.
Let not a poet's soul be frozen,
Made rough and hard, reduced to bone
And finally be turned to stone
In that benumbing world he goes in,
In that intoxicating slough
Where, friends, we bathe together now. ~ Alexander Pushkin

Maybe she was really good at improv. I couldn't be certain she was nineteen or that her name really was Nora Halliday. Maybe she was like one of those sweaters with an innocent little thread hanging off of it: One pull, the whole thing unraveled. ~ Marisha Pessl

9. Never give up prayer, and should you find dryness and difficulty, persevere in it for this very reason. God often desires to see what love your soul has, and love is not tried by ease and satisfaction. ~ San Juan De La Cruz

It is in Music, perhaps, that the soul most nearly attains the great end for which, when inspired by the Poetic Sentiment, it struggles - the creation of supernal Beauty. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

I offer my heart, entrust my soul and give my life to you. ~ Maria V. Snyder

The latter part of her stay in Voronezh had been the happiest period in Princess Marya's life. Her love for Rostov was not then a source of torment or agitation to her. That love had by then filled her whole soul and become an inseparable part of herself, and she no longer struggled against it. Of late Princess Marya was convinced- though she never clearly in so many words admitted it to herself- that she loved and was beloved. ~ Leo Tolstoy

In the great and deep qualities of mind, heart, and soul, there is no change. Homer and Solomon speak to the same nature in man that is reached by Shakespeare and Lincoln. but in the accidents, the surroundings, the change is vast. All things now are mobile
movable. ~ Rutherford B. Hayes

I had made myself believe that the eyes are not the mirror of the soul. Some of the deadliest little female contraptions I ever saw had the faces and the eyes of angels. ~ John Steinbeck

True love is a fairy tale, which can be transformed into reality by rewriting each chapter by hearing the whispers of each other's heart, by believing in those whispers and absorbing the aches that lie within. ~ Balroop Singh

We are like clocks! Always ticking to the tocks. When the pieces of our soul are torn away or broken – we can't be sent to the mending shop, however. ~ Sijdah Hussain

They communicated without words from the most primitive part of the soul. I remembered her laughing about this, saying that she felt like an animal, and how she realized that we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear. ~ Christy Lefteri

When he was finally done, Margaret responded, "I am so sorry I hurt you. I never had any intention of hurting you. God loves you, and I love you. He loves this village and He wants to bless you. When you get over being angry, will you remember I'm still your friend?" Perplexed, he turned and walked away. In words that are forever etched on my soul, Margaret said, "Satan doesn't know how to respond to the gentleness of God's Spirit. ~ Jonathan Martin

He was quiet, cooperative. He'd made his decision. He knew his soul would have to deal with the consequences, but for now, God had lost. It was a relief to him. It always is, to find the edge of yourself. To know the exact limit of your strength. It's a relief because not knowing it is an exhausting full-time job. ~ Glen Duncan

It was no mere accident you were sent to me, perfect synchronicity. Familiar souls wrapped in skin, brought together through time again. ~ Melody Lee

Love is the greatest gift. ~ Gabrielle Bergan

The soul comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, and it goes out of it anew it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal." "It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals ... and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some strange new disguise. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Who am I? is not a question about your job or bank balance. Don't be satisfied with rational or formal answers. Ask yourself seriously and honestly, again and again, and, sooner or later, you'll hear the voice of your soul. The true answer will come to you, breaking through the thick curtain of your ego, which is made up of your name, job, personality, and similar things. ~ Ilchi Lee