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“She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.”
― Nicole Lyons

“The Empath is often said to have such a great degree of empathy that they can literally feel what others feel, and thus intuitively know many of the yearnings, sensitivities, tastes and even thought patterns of the people they're around.”
― Aletheia Luna, Old Souls: The Sages and Mystics of Our World

“The Old Soul is more inclined to be a lifelong learner, constantly feeding his thirst for insight through his own persistent efforts. His learning has not been forced into him through education or learned out of obligation, but has been absorbed out of curiosity and personal choice.”
― Aletheia Luna, Old Souls: The Sages and Mystics of Our World

“How I miss wandering around with old souls,
Aimlessly moving from one place to another
How I miss all our dreams and our goals
And how we've lost ourselves to find each other

Seems like a playful game of hide-n-seek
But that's how we'll forever play this life
Loving and living the truth that we seek
Until embraced we find our way to strive

Gazing into strangers' eyes to find our soul mates,
Knowing we're so much closer than we thought.
Our heart keeps the light that forever radiates
Through all the darkness, 'til love is taught

And yet again we look into the skies,
We see the stars, the moon, that light
Missing our home beyond the nights
Living in love until the end of the fight.”
― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

“Anyone who takes the time to attentively listen is either an old soul or a romantic one.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“[Adult children of a BPD parent] may seem old before their time or like an old soul (and probably were that way as children too.) They may easily assume the role of fixer and nurturer. They're the ones friends lean on, the ones to whom people tell their problems. Helping others gives them a sense of purpose and worth.”
― Kimberlee Roth, Surviving a Borderline Parent: How to Heal Your Childhood Wounds and Build Trust, Boundaries, and Self-Esteem

“wait for me where the skies meet the sea
the otherworld where our old souls
will meet again for the very first time
where our imagination takes flight
and magic isn't a fairytale”
― Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry & prose

“I stay myself, doing what I do, feeling as I feel, unapologetically saying and doing things in my own way.”
― Rose Rosetree, Empath Empowerment in 30 Days

“There is an order
Of mortals on the earth, who do become
Old in their youth, and die ere middle age,
Without the violence of warlike death;
Some perishing of pleasure, some of study,
Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness,
Some of disease, and some insanity,
And some of wither鈥檇 or of broken hearts;
For this last is a malady which slays
More than are number鈥檇 in the lists of Fate,
Taking all shapes and bearing many names.”
― George Gordon Byron, Manfred

“Empaths who feel like old souls that have lived for many lifetimes are known as Indigo Children.”
― Aletheia Luna, Awakened Empath: The Ultimate Guide to Emotional, Psychological and Spiritual Healing

“I'm not young. I've never had any youth.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

“She bleeds poetry. She is an old soul. She has already existed since the day the Earth gave birth to nature. She felt the sweet caress of the wind touch her skin and the silent cries of night. She heard the screaming of thunder as the lightning bolt stabbed the heart of the weeping sky. She saw everything bloom and heard a soft sound of relief as they threw their burdens into the listening earth. She is strong enough to bear it all as time changes and has learned to live with the pain of losing and winning. She can't be defeated, nor be broken. She'll continue to live again and again. And if someone were to break her down or break her heart, she couldn't be shaken. She'll stand up and let poetry bleed into her. She's rare and SHE IS ME.”
― Verliza Gajeles

“We all have a god and a poet inside us. The poet, the human; the god, the divine.
It is by the grace of our god that we can find the divine inspiration with which to wax poetic about our human experiences.”
― Michele Jennae

“I'm not reinventing myself. I'm finding myself. There's a difference!”
― Michele Jennae

“I cannot live in the new time anyway, because I belong to the old time, which is dead.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, The Little Town Where Time Stood Still

“I don't belong on earth, my soul is from the stars.
I'm visiting this planet for a while so i can help people listen to their hearts.”
― Nikki rowe

“Perhaps she lived a thousand lifetimes before, a world that breathed on Love, a home that bloomed of togetherness, a wild crazy love that rolled between peace and madness, but no matter what held onto each other, that believed in growing into each other for each other with each other.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“He wanted to be a universal man . . . and I suppose that isn't possible now. He belongs in fifteenth-century Italy. This age doesn't suit him.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

“those who have found each other once
will find each other again and yet again”
― Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry & prose

“Soul awakens when it stops identifying with the body+mind. But in many seekers their mind stops identifying with the body. That is a painful situation because they are neither here nor there. Society seems meaningless to them and awakening remains elusive to them.”
― Shunya

“Be grateful if you look younger than your age
while also being wiser than many of your contemporaries.
It means the fire of your Old Soul is alive and well.
Embrace it.
Surround yourself with those who celebrate this fiery Light 鈥�
shining bright out of your soul;
鈥╰hose who are summoned to fan your glimmering flames 鈥�
and dance within them.
Embrace them.”
― Omar Cherif

“She was a very old soul, which meant that her life was driven by love and not ego.”
― Sonia Choquette, The Psychic Pathway: A Workbook for Reawakening the Voice of Your Soul

“Old post cards, tin wind-up toys with rusted gears, buttons long out of fashion, ticket stubs found in a shoebox in the attic鈥攖hese are the things Alice likes, not new stuff that comes sealed in plastic.”
― Jan Strnad, The Summer We Lost Alice

“He had never been particularly young, or to put it another way, he had been young for a long time and now was at his true age, old enough for civilized comfrots and not too old for the primal ones.”
― James Salter, All That Is

“Part of coming from old money, apparently, was having old-person habits, those gross, adult needs and desperate palliatives. The Object was still too young for the effects to tell on her. She didn鈥檛 have eye bags yet or stained fingernails. But the appetite for sophisticated ruin was already there. She smelled like smoke, if you got close. Her stomach was a mess. But her face continued to give off its autumnal display.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“id rather be with the person i already knew, than the person i barely knew.”
― Heather mae buban

“The body gives up faster than the soul. Time wrinkles it, wounds it, debases it. Varicose veins, menopause鈥� Time makes it a caricature鈥� The body plays along, a good sport. The soul, though, is a sore loser. It needs more time to blow out the candles. It only concedes in fits and starts鈥� through painful revelations鈥� through a series of frights.”
― Zidrou & Aim茅e de Jongh

“Do you wish I鈥檇 given you to some rich people to raise like that Falcon girl?鈥�
Margie thought about the fancy house and swimming pool and gardens and horses. Then she thought about the single-wide at the Arroyo where she and her mom lived, and the kitchen where Mama went to make sandwiches every morning. She thought about giggles and snuggles at bedtime, dancing to 鈥淲altz Across Texas鈥� and jumping into the chilly clear water at Barton Springs on a hot day, and how she loved the sound of her mother鈥檚 laughter, and she couldn鈥檛 imagine any other life.
鈥淣ah,鈥� she said, thinking of the girls in the mansion. 鈥淚 reckon those two sisters didn鈥檛 seem any happier or sadder than any other kid. And their mom was scary.鈥�
鈥淵ou鈥檙e an old soul, Seesaw Marjorie Daw. I鈥檓 glad you鈥檙e mine.”
― Susan Wiggs, Sugar and Salt

“Gabriel Mackie had just celebrated his fourth birthday the first time he visited the whisper room, a windowless enclave with lavender walls brimming with daydreams, obscured from reality. All he knew for certain was that his older brother, Griff, nicknamed Boo, was gone. His bedroom at the end of the long hallway had been transformed into a guest room with ecru lace duvets instead of the blue and white pinstriped spreads covering the twin beds. Vanished were his toy box and New York Yankee American League pennants that had plastered the walls, replaced by paintings of water lilies and wheat fields. A stray tear trickled down Gabe鈥檚 cheek when he remembered Boo鈥檚 curly blonde hair and how he snorted when he laughed. Silence is deafening and the Mackie household screamed heartbreak.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Pay no attention to all the things of old;
He made a way in deserts providing me springs. I am chosen to receive these streams of gold.”
― Cali Willette, Fractures of Gold