Guru Nanak Quotes

Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine, Shall clasp thee again, if thou art still mine; And thou shalt be mine, my spirit's bride, In the ceaseless flow of eternity's tide, If the truest love thy heart can know Meet the truest love that from mine can flow. Pray God, beloved, for thee and me, That our sourls may be wedded eternally.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

Now rejoice, all ye powers of my soul, that you are so united with God that no one may separate you from Him. I cannot fully praise nor love Him therefore must I die, and cast myself into the divine void, till I rise from non-existence to existence.

Almost every person wonders who their soul mate will be or where they will find them and everyone has or will suffer a love loss or the fear of that loss at different points in their lives.

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

A lover's soul lives in the body of his mistress.

A mother’s love is stronger than distance, more powerful than time and can transcend the grave.

Love and the Soul (for that is what Psyche means) had sought and, after sore trials, found each other; and that union could never be broken. (Cupid and Psyche)

You will always be my always.

My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

true love never says goodbye

Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.

In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

Our earthly loves are but so many silver steps leading us up to the great golden love of God.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The heart, when broken, is like sweet gums and spices when beaten; for as such cast their fragrant scent into the nostrils of men, so the heart, when broken, casts its sweet smell into the nostrils of God.

At that moment of realization (that union with God is always present), that's when God let me go, let me slide through His fingers with this last compassionate, unspoken message: You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

The cavity which suffering carves into our souls will one day also be the receptacle of joy.

So long as my body lives, and yours -- we are one flesh," he whispered, "And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire -- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.

I want you to know that should something happen to me, don’t worry about my body. My soul isn’t going to return to it, nor to God. It’s flying straight to you, where it knows it can find you, in Lazarevo. I want to be neither with kings nor heroes, but with the queen of Lake Ilmen.