You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.
Of all the soul divas, Gladys Knight was the one for me. Knight's always been about tone and heart, none of the big showboating or extraneous doodling. She nailed a melody and only played a little around the edges like Ma Staple.
A lot of people don't know the first time I was ever on national television I was a 'Soul Train' dancer.
I spent many hours ensconced in the local library, reading - nay, devouring - book after book after book. Books were my soul's delight.
I can take all the negative energy and turn it into a positive simply by purging my soul through music. That's how powerful music can be.
Once I got done with my career, I knew in my soul that I don't have any negative thoughts about myself.
Do not neglect secret prayer, for it is the soul of religion.
Negligence is the rust of the soul, that corrodes through all her best resolves.
The heart and soul of pop is newness, excitement, innovation.
I watch one news channel until my soul can't take it anymore. It's the background of my life.
My mom, God rest her soul - she liked nicknames. In the womb she named me Skip. There was another black guy in Piedmont, W.Va., and his name was Skip. They called him Big Skip, and I was Little Skip.
I've had some dark nights of the soul, of course, but giving in to depression would be a sellout, a defeat.
To the soul, there is no past and no future; all is, and will be ever, in now. For artificial purposes time is mutually agreed on, but there is really no such thing.
I think that a lot of us, whether we are religious or not - there are no words to express some things except religious words. For instance, 'soul.'
Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
I started to write a lot of ballads that were sultry and had a Norah Jones-for-country kind of feel. I wanted to bring elements of old soul music and old country music.
Wolverine is a world-weary old warrior. His rage issue notwithstanding, I see him as someone with the tortured soul of a poet, but one who has seen too many friends and lovers die. Even with that, he has grown into a leader and a true hero.
The experience of being cared for is profound, and it nourishes the soul as much as the food does the body.
Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.
Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.
