Warmness In The Soul Novels & Stories

He had walked the park edge in the fourth April with the may-blossom on the trees and the warmth of the season and the specific quality of the person who had recently opened and was still adjusting to the openness, the door open and the draught of the new configuration requiring the learning of a new warmth. He had been adjusting to the warmth for five years since. He thought: the warmth is no longer new. It is the familiar warmth — not the familiar warmth of the managed life, the warmth of the performed appropriately. The familiar warmth of the chosen, the daily, the practiced. The warmth that comes from the honest materials holding what has been given to them and giving it back.

I grabbed his wrist and pushed down hard, sinking my body lower. "Ahhh..." At that moment, my eyes rolled back, and I felt my soul ascend to heaven...

Some time plans get flopped and nothing happens the way someone thought. After sometime the same worker brought a mug of hot coffee for payal and put it on table. She picked up a mug of coffee before she touch it with her lips, her eyes turned to the guy sitting on the couch who was shivering in this freezing cold. Human have a heart like a petal and sometimes like a stone for someone. She could not blessed her lips to touch of the coffee mug. She looked at Rakesh with warmth, picked the mug in her hands and walked towards him.

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul.

Roses. The soul. That tiny small thing that separates us from the lower branches of the animal kingdom. The only thing God ever did right by humans. He created them from clay and left them naked and alone to fend for themselves with no protection from the elements, the animals or disease. Only with help from some various deities who took pity did they manage to survive. But the soul, that is a remarkable thing. The soul is the basis for inspiration, for courage, for compassion and for all other emotions humans have. I sold mine for love, and so I have become what I gave up: I am a soul eater.

Not just in my mind, but deep in the core of my soul, settling like a warm, comforting balm. I was home.

A calming warmth. "The energy you feel now is your soulmate's energy to you. That is how your soulmate feels about you. Others may feel slight warmth and others may feel coldness. Despite it being rare, others feel nothing." The oracle explained as she closed her eyes and felt the energy the sphere was releasing. "Each energy temperature describes your soulmate's response to your touch. A cold feeling means confusion and surprise. Often, the soulmate does not know who they are going to be with, let alone they are scared or just confused of the waiting one. Having no feel simply means it is a new soul being born, meaning you had no soulmate in the past and one was created to accompany you. A

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

Her spirit surrounded me with a warmth that was part memory, part forgiveness, part the pure love that transcends even death. Her lips moved, forming words in the silence of the spirit world. I could not hear them with my ears, could not translate them into sound and syllable, but I did not need to. Understanding came not through hearing but through knowing, through the direct communication that exists between souls when flesh and voice are no longer barriers.

“I guess… I guess I just have to focus my intention, to visualize Victoria’s soul returning to her body.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She focused all her energy, all her love, all her hope on Victoria, visualizing her vibrant spirit, her infectious laughter, her unwavering kindness. She imagined Victoria’s soul, trapped and adrift, finding its way back to its rightful vessel.