My soul is in the sky. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
My soul is in the sky. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
My soul is in the sky. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
My soul is in the sky. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
My soul is in the sky. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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My soul is in the sky.

— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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There is no conclusive evidence of life after death, but there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you wi — Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
I want neither a terrorist spirituality that keeps me in a perpetual state of fright about being in right relationship w — Brennan Manning
It must be comforting, to have a faith like that. To believe so concretely that there’s someone—something— out there wat — Hannah Harrington, Saving June
Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses. — Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons
Reason is a whore, the greatest enemy that faith has; it never comes to the aid of spiritual things, but more frequently — Martin Luther
Never, ever stop believing in magic, no matter how old you get. Because if you keep looking long enough and don't give u — Steve Kluger, My Most Excellent Year
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He showed me a sketch he'd drawn once during meditation. It was an androgynous human figure, standing up, hands clasped — Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Leap, and the net will appear. — Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith. — Franz Kafka
Nobody wants to look like a fool. Nine times out of ten, thatreason alone keeps people from allowing themselves to belie — Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right
Addiction" might be the best word to explain the lostness that so deeply permeates society. Our addiction make us cling — Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming