A Quote by John Masefield

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles. — © John Masefield
The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.
The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.
Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.
But I plucked a new, different, worldly soul for myself -- maybe a soul I found in the spray thrown up by the surge of that distant African river as it plummets onto black rocks and sends up into the sun a permanent arc of a rainbow.
Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.
How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?
You do not need to seek freedom in some distant land, for it exists within your own body, heart, mind, and soul.
He seems so.. English sometimes, kind of distant or reserved, but then he'll look at me, and his eyes see right through to my soul.
But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.
The soul must long for God in order to be set aflame by God's love; but if the soul cannot yet feel the longing, then it must long for the longing. To long for the longing is also from God.
It is not possible to achieve by vigilance in anger and revenge what the soul is longing for. The soul longs for peace.
Could it be that sexual perversion and romanticism sprang from the same longing for distant horizons?
Hope encourages men to endure and attempt everything; in depriving them of it, or in making it too distant, you deprive them of their very soul.
The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.
A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.
Soul music is soul music. It can be wrapped up in a neo soul package; it can be called hip-hop soul. But soul is soul, and it's been around; it will never go away.
This is the birth of the modern human soul. The artists are like us, not like the Neanderthals, who had no culture - and who incidentally were still roaming the landscape at the time the paintings were made. It is striking that there is a distant cultural echo that seems to reach all the way down to us, over dozens of millennia.
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