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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

My friends gave me the first songs which was the first food in my soul for me.

My goal is to make fine art, and fine art comes from the soul. If you have virtuosity and facility, you can take and create something of significance.

My heart and soul are in the Stratocaster

My heart and soul is still music.

My home...It is my retreat and resting place from wars, I try to keep this corner as a haven against the tempest outside, as I do another corner in my soul.

My inner wolf seeks to destroy the one I love for reasons of self-preservation. For the only cure to free my soul is to be killed, in an act of true love, by the one who loves me most.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

My manager was Buddy Glee, who put me together with Mike Curb, and was basically the idea to bring some soul to the label and bring something different to the label besides the Hank Williams situation.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

My mum taught me to have a soul.

My national service is part of my training for freeing my soul from the bondage of the flesh.

My own personal sound is really progressive. It's like a mixture of gospel, pop, neo-soul, R&B. It's like a huge gumbo. If you're eating gumbo you grab a whole like cup full of whatever. You're getting a whole bunch of stuff that makes this amazing food in your mouth. So that's essentially kind of like what my sound is.

My own soul is my most faithful friend. My own heart, my truest confidant

My parents know how passionate I've always been about acting. I convinced them this was something that I was going to put my heart and soul into.

My parents owned a soul food diner. It inspired me to go to culinary school.

My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied.

My soul, alas, needs these uneasinesses in outward things, to be driven to take refuge in God.

My soule her wings doth spread And heaven-ward flies, Th' Almighty's Mysteries to read In the large volumes of the skies.

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.

My soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.

My soul is ten thousand miles wide and extremely invisibly deep. It is the same size as the sea, and you cannot, you cannot cram it into beer cans and fingernails and stake it out in lots and own it. It will drown you all and never even notice.

my soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body is its frame

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

My soul is my guru; my experience is my guru.

My soul is too glad and too great to be at heart the enemy of any man

My soul, what's lighter than a feather? Wind. Than wind? The fire. And what than fire? The mind. What's lighter than the mind? A thought. Than thought? This bubble world. What than this bubble? Nought.

my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender

Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

My soul is always lifted up, and my spirit cheered and comforted, when I hear good music. I rejoice in it very much indeed.

My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty... Effulgent.

My soul will find yours.

My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb things.

My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur.

My soul's the present shadow of a presence gone.

My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; Thy ships want sea-room; make it with thy tears.

My soul often mourned of more time and opportunity to be alone with God

My soul was not only brought into harmony with itself and with God, but with God's providence. In the exercise of faith and love, I endured and performed whatever came in God's providence, in submission, in thankfulness, and silence.

My theory was that a city without a newspaper is a city without a soul.

My therapist shared a theory she had come across, and I liked it. It held that before making your next journey in this life, your soul sits at a large, circular conference table and chooses the souls who are going to be a part of your life. As for which particular people would be chosen, I figured they would be individuals from previous lives with whom there was still unfinished business.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

My wife sent me a Valentine card that said, "Take my heart, take my lips, take my soul." That's just like her. She kept the good parts for herself.

My work is about the establishment of trust. For someone to share their authenticity with me is a soul-to-soul thing. It's not a lens-to-soul thing.

My work is known by too few people for me to be remembered as a writer - that is, beyond those dedicated souls (bless them) who have followed the oeuvre through its various stages. To be realistic, when they and the last of my friends have died, I doubt I shall be remembered at all.