Quotes About Abyss

As the abyss widens, though, I begin to fear that coming back to the surface may, someday, not be under my control. Because at the bottom of my abyss is not death, it's madness.

I stood in the middle of that emptiness, feeling myself on the verge of being drawn into its terrible depth

if he lost his way in a moment of collective hysteria, that's because the horrors of everyday life are sufficiently powerful to overwhelm all defenses, and human degeneracy is deeper than any abyss.

The worse thing that contemporary qualitative research can imply is that, in this post-modern age, anything goes. The trick is to produce intelligent, disciplined work on the very edge of the abyss.

Davey Jones: Do you fear... death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?

Don't Stare Into Your i-Phone Too Long Lest The Abyss Stares Back at You

I have been a faithful son of the abyss, one who curdles when my drum calls. My singing is a coarse cloth on a desert floor.

All fear is ultimately fear of no-self. "And what is enlightenment," I ask Sarah, "but a swan dive into the abyss of no-self?

the shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear Ã¢â'¬Â¦

The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower. Didn't

Only memory matters. Mine sometimes overflows. Because it harbours my father's memories, too, since his mind has become a sieve. No, not a sieve: an autumn leaf, dried, torn. No, a phantom which I see only at midnight. I know: one cannot see a memory. But I can. I see it as the shadow of a shadow which constantly withdraws and turns inward. I hardly glimpse it, and it vanishes in the abyss.

American Nihilism is a mood; a mood of moodiness; a vague disquiet. It is Nihilism without the abyss.

The bottom of the sea is cruel.

Think of the cock-eyed room designed by Dr. Ames where men become giants and midgets, because we cannot reprogram our brains fast enough to change perception accurately when confronted with dissonance, so we choose the lesser of two evils, and accept congenial hallucination, rather than — Chaos and the Abyss.

All "paths of liberation" (brain-freeing schools) know that we cannot remain in the abyss of the nameless forever, unless we choose to become hermits. (Very few do.) Once we have returned from a school of brain-change to the ordinary world, we again must see and think in masks, or we will not have the ability to communicate with and deal with others.

Most shamans, and many mystics, have been through similar negative-to-positive neurosomatic sensitization. Christian Scientists call it "chemicalization. " St. John of the Cross called it, poetically, the Dark Night of the Soul. Cabalists call it "crossing the Abyss.

Of course. Chaos and the Abyss are metaphors, of the special kind that we have called metaphors about metaphors. They attempt to describe what is left when abstractions like the leaf and the average — linguistic reality-tunnels — are dropped from our minds.

The abyss doesn't stare back. It winks.

The end result: Abyssian plummeting toward the lava river, tethered to a net filled with stone penises.

The Priestess (II) Circe Rémire, Ruler of the Deep "Terror from the abyss!" A.k.a.:

Without a belief in personal immortality, religion surely is like an arch resting on one pillar, like a bridge ending in an abyss.

Art is what remains of religion: the dance above the yawning abyss.

I don't drink wine; but everything the wine doesn't do to me is a black abyss without drunkenness, a dark empty vineyard where they tread and bruise the soles of their feet on the hard stone.

For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy persistence. I felt as though Sonoko were an abyss above which I stood poised.