Victor Hugo Quotes

The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God's thought and hand, is our own soul!

I have knocked on the door of this man's soul and found someone home.

The purpose of soul questions is to open yourself deeper and deeper until all that is left is the power and beauty you are bringing to the lives of others.

Art is the path to being spiritual.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

There are a lot of films where I play characters that are about the windows to the interior person rather than the exterior.

There's so much more to me as a human being than just my appearance, and I want to integrate that into my work.

It isn't easy to accept that suffering can also be beautiful... it's difficult. It's something you can only understand if you dig deeply into yourself.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.

A lot of photographers walk around looking for something 'out there,' but I'm very much interested in what's 'in here.'

It is the unseen and the spiritual in people that determines the outward and the actual.

Any conversation which does not include the context of the journey of the heart is by definition untrue to who we are as human beings.

I definitely have a lot of different layers inside of me.

We're in soul business here.

I want people to find their inner depth.

If a bell failed to ring, if a stove smoked, if a wheel on a machine stuck, you knew at once where to look and did so with alacrity; you found the defect and knew how to cure it. But the thing within you, the secret mainspring that alone gave meaning to life, the thing within us that alone is living, alone is capable of feeling pleasure and pain, of craving happiness and experiencing it- that was unknown. You knew nothing about that, nothing at all, and if the mainspring failed there was no cure. Wasn't it insane?

The human heart is my school.

But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye. How beautiful a street is in winter!

We knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white. Here was a rare sight below the waves, of a man's privacy and turmoil, of his dignity upended by the overpowering necessity of pure fantasy, pure thought, by the irreducible human element - Mind.

When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless.

That day I think we really saw each other for the first time. I mean, saw beyond the bag of bones on the outside. You take away her pretty and my plain and what you get underneath is about the same: a couple of lost girls looking to be found.

I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.

That which is nearest is least observed. The Atman is the nearest of the near, therefore the careless and the unsteady mind gets no clue to it. But the person who is alert, calm, self-restrained, and discriminating ignores the external world and, diving more and more into the inner world, realizes the glory of the Atman and becomes great.

Let us remember that within us there is a palace of immense magnificence.

All the pictures in magazines and all of that is fun but in the end it's all about your soul and who you are and have you connected with the people.