Quotes About Essence

Entonces se escuchan los grillos mojados. La luz del miligramo no altera la oscuridad. Pues la oscuridad no es iluminable, la oscuridad es un modo de ser: la oscuridad es el nudo vital de la oscuridad, y nunca se toca en el nudo vital de una cosa.

Es que todo lo que tengo no se puede dar. Ni tomar. Yo misma puedo morir de sed ante mí. La soledad está mezclada en mi esencia... [...] -Cuando me acerqué- dijo, él sardónico- pensé que ibas a enseñarme algo más que eso. Necesitaba aquello que había adivinado en ti y que tú siempre me negaste.

because our living matter is greater than we are

É que tudo o que tenho não se pode dar. Nem tomar. Eu mesma posso morrer de sede diante de mim.

No quiero la belleza, quiero la identidad.

Tudo estará em mim, se eu não for; pois "eu" é apenas um dos espasmos instantâneos do mundo.

La inspiración es como un misterio olor a ambar".

La vida en mí no tiene mi nombre.

Cuanto menos soy más viva estoy, cuanto más pierdo mi nombre más me llaman.

identity which is the first immanence

No. It's not easy. But it "is." I ate my own placenta so as not to have to eat for four days. To have milk to give you. Milk is a "this." And no one is I. No one is you. That is what solitude is.

Para Sartre a existência precede a essência, no sentido de que existir precede isso que nós somos; e que somos o que nós mesmos escolhemos ser.

And from the instants I extract the juice of their fruits

Ici apparaît la vérité profonde que la méthode objective tend par essence à nous révéler: la vie intérieure n'existe pas, le plan psychologique n'offre aucune réalité, la conscience n'a pas d'importance.

99 cents is not the value of anything. It is the worth that makes the value of anything.

The essence of writing is enkindled by the heart and soul of the thinker.

I've learned two things in my life. One that love is the beginning and end of all meaning. And two that it is the same thing whatever shape our souls have taken on this journey. Love is love. Is love.

MARY'S HIDING Before these possessions you love slip away, say what Mary said when she was surprised by Gabriel, I'll hide inside God. Naked in her room she saw a form of beauty that could give her new life. Like the sun coming up, or a rose as it opens. She leaped, as her habit was, out of herself into the divine presence. There was fire in the channel of her breath. Light and majesty came. I am smoke from that fire and proof of its existence, more than any external form.

I like to hope that Rumi's poems, even in translation, carry the essence of the transforming friendship of Rumi and Shams, that the sun can reappear, whole and radiant in any one of us at any moment.

This skin, this hair, all this outside stuff. It isn't me. It's just my package. It's like the wrapper around the sweet; it isn't the sweet itself. What we really are is all inside the package. All our feelings. All our good moods and bad moods. All our ideas, our cleverness, our love, that's what a person really is.

What allows us to be human is something daemonic.

The study of the past with one eye upon the present is the source of all sins and sophistries in history. It is the essence of what we mean by the word "unhistorical".

Beneath the head lies the heart, out of which are the issues of life.

When we go back as far as possible to the origins we find a human nature which already contains everything which it later on produces out of itself.