Henry Miller Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.

  Henry Miller

  Music, Beauty, Beautiful

• I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable

  Henry Miller

  Lonely, Artist, Men

  Henry Miller (1962). “Stand Still Like the Hummingbird”, p.49, New Directions Publishing

• It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

  Henry Miller

  Heart, Essence, Soul

• I don't think we should read for instruction but to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

  Henry Miller

  Reading, Luxury, Giving

  "Dear Dear Brenda: The Love Letters of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus".

• Keep your libraries, your penal institutions, your insaneasylums... give me beer.You think man needs rule, he needs beer. The world does not need morals, it needs beer... The souls of men have been fed with indigestibles, but the soul could make use of beer.

  Henry Miller

  Beer, Men, Thinking

• A new world is not made simply by trying to forget the old. A new world is made with a new spirit, with new values. Our world may have begun that way, but today it is caricature. Our world is a world of things. What we dread most, in the face of the impending debacle, is that we shall be obliged to give up our gewgaws, our gadgets, all the little comforts that have made us so uncomfortable. We are not peaceful souls; we are smug, timid, queasy and quaky.

  Henry Miller

  Peace, Giving Up, Our World

• The loss of sex polarity is part and parcel of the larger disintegration, the reflex of the soul's death, and coincident with the disappearance of great men, great deeds, great causes, great wars, etc.

  Henry Miller

  Death, Sex, War

  Henry Miller (1961). “The Cosmological Eye”, p.120, New Directions Publishing

• If you are well off and can afford to spend ten or twenty-five dollars a day to hire some patient soul to listen to your troubles you can be readjusted to the crazy scheme of things and spare yourself the humiliation of becoming a Christian Scientist. You can have your ego trimmed or removed, as you wish, just like a wart or bunion.

  Henry Miller

  Christian, Crazy, War

• Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now.

  Henry Miller

  Fear, Dark, Men

  Henry Miller (1945). “The Air-conditioned Nightmare”, [New York] : New directions

• I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.

  Henry Miller

  Poetry, Soul, Nests

  Henry Miller (1961). “The Cosmological Eye”, p.147, New Directions Publishing

• The enchanting, and sometimes terrifying, thing is that the world can be so many things to so many different souls. That it can be, and is, all these things at once and the same time.

  Henry Miller

  Perspective, Soul, Different

  Henry Miller (1957). “Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch”, p.23, New Directions Publishing

• I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul.

  Henry Miller

  Book, Believe, Soul

  Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

• I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it's painful gall-stones, it's gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul.

  Henry Miller

  Running, Mirrors, Blood

• They were painfully clean. But inwardly they stank. Never once had they opened the door which leads to the soul; never once did they dream of taking a blind leap into the dark.

  Henry Miller

  Doors, Soul

  "Tropic of Capricorn".

• Great God! What have I turned into? What right have you people to clutter up my life, steal my time, probe my soul, suckle my thoughts, have me for your companion, confidant, and information bureau? What do you take me for? Am I an entertainer on salary, required every evening to play an intellectual farce under your stupid noses? Am I a slave, bought and paid for, to crawl on my belly in front of you idlers and lay at your feet all that I do and all that I know?

  Henry Miller

  Stupid, Play, Feet

• If I am against the condition of the world it is not because I am a moralist, it is because I want to laugh more. I don't say that God is one grand laugh: I say that you've got to laugh hard before you can get anywhere near God. My whole aim in life is to get near to God, that is, to get nearer to myself. That's why it doesn't matter to me what road I take. But music is very important. Music is a tonic for the pineal gland. Music isn't Bach or Beethoven; music is the can opener of the soul. It makes you terribly quiet inside, makes you aware that there's a roof to your being.

  Henry Miller

  Laughing, Soul, Important

  Henry Miller (1966). “Tropic of Capricorn”

• Music is the can-opener of the soul.

  Henry Miller

  Soul, Pineal Gland, Music Is

  Henry Miller (1966). “Tropic of Capricorn”

• There are moments when the elixir of life rises to such over−brimming splendor that the soul spills over. In the seraphic smile of the Madonnas the soul is seen to flood the psyche. The moon of the face becomes full; the equation is perfect. A minute, a half−minute, a second later, the miracle has passed. Something intangible , something inexplicable, was given out-and received.

  Henry Miller

  Moon, Perfect, Miracle

• France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Men, Soul

  Henry Miller (2010). “The Colossus of Maroussi”, p.7, New Directions Publishing

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