Soul Suffering Quotes

Every psychic advance of man arises from the suffering of the soul.

Neurosis is the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.

A psychoneurosis must be understood, ultimately, as the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.

Yet who can say how our souls have been stamped by witnessing such a cruel drama? All souls are hostages to their human envelopes, but souls must decay and suffer at such indignity, don't you agree?

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Your soul suffers if you live superficially.

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.

It’s hurting my soul

Souls are punished when they have gone forth from the body, some wandering among us, some going to hot or cold places of the earth, some harassed by spirits. Under all circumstances they suffer with the irrational part of their nature, with which they also sinned. For its sake there subsists that shadowy body which is seen about graves, especially the graves of evil livers.

Materialism has cast man into such depths that a mighty concentration of forces is necessary to raise him again. He is subject to illnesses of the nervous system which are veritable epidemics of the life of the soul.

Acedia is not in every dictionary; just in every heart.

What is hell other than a realm in which unholiness works without restraint in body and soul?

I would rather that we all should go to eternal chaos, to black and starless night, than that just one soul should suffer eternal agony.

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb!