Quotes About Being

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place...

Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in the aspect of time Caught in the form of limitation Between un-being and being. Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust moves There rises the hidden laughter Of children in the foliage

Cyrion, escaped prey, stood immobile, the sword free of its sheath and poised, almost delicately, in his right hand. His face betrayed only the mildest surprise at what was before him, a being surely minted in hell.

His face was neither handsome nor anything else. It just was.

We're far more than just physical beings having a spiritual experience. We're spiritual beings having a temporary physical experience.

But He did not say *become* perfect. He said *be* perfect. And that mystery is unveiled in Yeshua Himself. For you are now in Him, and He is perfect.

What is it, then, that comprises our deepest selves and gives us worth?

As I knew my Father in a new way, I discovered who I was as His son. That I was already all I could hope to be because I was in Christ. All of my striving to *become* had actually hidden the truth from me, because in striving to become, I was only denying who I already was.

Our challenge isn't in becoming more than we are, because we are already risen and complete. Our challenge is to remember and abide in who we are, each day and each hour.

A moment and life he'd hold onto with all of his being.

Philosophy, which formerly raised man to feel conscious of himself because he was a thinking being and to say, I think therefore I am, now raises him to say I think, therefore I am not, (unless he takes thought into consideration only in that humble region where it is confused with action).

No es que haya que vivir, puesto que la vida nos es fatalmente dada... la vida se vive a sí misma, nos guste o no.

Sabiendo que como siempre me costaba mucho menos pensar que ser.

Amor, ceremonia ontologizante, dadora de ser.

Ah, querida Andrée, qué difícil oponerse, aun aceptándolo con entera sumisión del propio ser, al orden minucioso que una mujer instaura en su liviana residencia.

Esa luz es tan usted, algo que viene y va, que se mueve todo el tiempo

me custava muito menos pensar do que ser.

We're clocks, Abelard. Nothing more.

A baby wasn't an idea, as love was an idea. A baby was a fact. It was a being with a mind and a nature, and you could feel about it any way you liked, but a baby wouldn't care. Just by existing, it demanded that you believe in a future: the future it would crawl in, walk in, live in. A baby was a piece of time; it was a promise you made that the world made back to you. A baby was the oldest deal there was, to go on living.

A baby was a fact. It was a being with a mind and a nature, and you could feel about it any way you liked, but a baby wouldn't care. Just by existing, it demanded that you believe in a future: the future it would crawl in, walk in, live in. A baby was a piece of time; it was a promise you made that the world made back to you.

There was a lot of Master Prosper. Quite how much of it was necessary, I wouldn't care to say; maybe 60 percent, which was roughly the ratio of genius to bullshit that made up his mental and spiritual being, so probably about that.

just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.