My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.
I've sold my soul for freedom. It's lonely but it's sweet.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
Marrying Martin and the movement perfected my journey of discovery, soothed my yearning to pour out the values and vision within my soul.
My soul is in good shape.
Music is such a part of my soul.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
I shall allow no man to belittle my soul by making me hate him.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Your face makes my soul want to eat chocolate pudding!
I won't sell my soul to the devil, but I do want success and I don't think that's bad.
And it came to me, and I knew what I had to have before my soul would rest. I wanted to belong - to belong to my mother. And in return - I wanted my mother to belong to me.
Nature. That's the one thing that tips the balance in terms of living here in California. Within minutes, I can be in a desert, at the ocean, in a park, and that's the most nourishing food for my soul.
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
Sure, I could of done it different... put my clown in a closet and dressed up in straight clothing. I could of compromised my essence, and swallowed my soul.
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
This career essentially chased me down while I was on the spoken-word scene in New York. I kept hearing that my delivery of my poetry - which was very personal and cathartic at the time- was very moving to folks. People thought that I was an actress because of my delivery, when I was just dropping into the work and really pouring out my soul.
All human beings are the same. In the United States, people come from all over the world, all races, all backgrounds. And they're all doing what they want, many scoring huge successes. When I saw that, I became more open. It freed my soul.
My soul is fine, thanks.
I have to get inspired by something that touches my soul, or rocks my soul.
When I sing, I don't want them to see that my face is black. I don't want them to see that my face is white. I want them to see my soul. And that is colorless.
I gave it my body and mind, but I have kept my soul.
I get satisfaction out of making a meal for people that I love and having them enjoy it. But there's not really anything in my life that I do that's just for me that feeds my soul like music does.
What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?
I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.
I was meant to make music in my soul way younger than I did. I was just scared because I knew it would take more of me than anything else. But I was all into facing my fears.
I have to forget in order to find peace in my soul and be able to forgive.
But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
I can't tell a joke to save my soul. It's just not my thing, though I love to listen to jokes.
O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.
I love to travel. During normal workdays, sometimes it feels like I have to bludgeon ideas out of my soul - but when I'm traveling, relaxed and unpressured, the ideas just spill out.
When I turned 45, I lay in bed reflecting on all life had taught me. My soul sprang a leak and ideas flowed out. My pen simply caught them and set the words on paper. I typed them up and turned them into a newspaper column of the 45 lessons life taught me. When I hit 50, I added five more lessons and the paper ran the column again.
I'm extremely ambitious. I don't know why people are afraid to say that. I won't sell my soul to the devil, but I do want success and I don't think that's bad.
I go through every single emotion. My artistic life will likely be shorter than it could be because everything is for real for me. This is my life and my soul.
I have seen all souls as my soul, and realized my soul as the soul of all.
Ah, dearer than my soul. Dearer than light, or life, or fame.
