Quotes About Spirituality

Heaven is neither the place, nor time. Heaven is perfection.

Alg?lar?n?z? belirli bir frekansa ayarlars?n?z ve gördüÄŸünüzü bu dünya olarak adland?r?rs?n?z. Ä°stediÄŸinizde kendinizi baÅŸka frekanslara ayarlayabilirsiniz.

Bir yanl??? düzeltmesi için Tanr?'n?n dikkatini çekmek amac?yla dua etmeyin. Kendi dikkatinizi toparlamak için dua edin ve asl?nda hiçbir ÅŸeyin düzeltilmesi gerekmediÄŸini fark edin.

sie würden Christus persönlich überfallen, um ein Pfund Salami zu ergattern.

If you listen repeatedly to religious speech, after enough repetitions you will actually begin to notice God and His works where there was just chaotic life going on before. What was formerly chance becomes a miracle. What was pain is now karma. What was human nature is now sin. And regardless of whether these religious memes are presented as Truth or as allegorical mythology, you're conditioned just the same.

Jeff Brown explores the phenomenon in depth in his film Karmageddon: "After my childhood, I needed the kinds of spirituality that would keep me from allowing the pain to surface…. I was confusing self-avoidance with enlightenment."9

Panteizim uyar?lm?? ateizmdir. Deizm suland?r?lm?? teizmdir.

what is the use of a God who does no miracles and answers no prayers?

I am a deeply religious nonbeliever. This is a somewhat new kind of religion.

Why is God considered an explanation for anything? It's not—it's a failure to explain, a shrug of the shoulders, an 'I dunno' dressed up in spirituality and ritual. If someone credits something to God, generally what it means is that they haven't a clue, so they're attributing it to an unreachable, unknowable sky-fairy

If it ends in a belief that there is no God, you will find incitements to virtue in the comfort and pleasantness you feel in this exercise, and the love of others which it will procure you.

Pantheism is sexed-up atheism.

To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is a something that our mind cannot grasp and whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly and as a feeble reflection, this is religiousness. In this sense I am religious.

Maybe we have lost the ability, that sixth sense that allows us to see miracles and have visions and understand that we are something other, larger than what we have been told. Maybe evolution has been going on in reverse longer than I suspect, and we are already sad, dumb fish.

Fuck God, he had actually wanted to say. Fuck God for having made this world, fucked be His name, now and for fucking ever, fuck God for our lives, fuck God for not saving us, fuck God for not fucking being here and for not fucking saving the men burning on the fucking bamboo.

A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying as a present to myself but haven't made much progress there—though I need to.

I remember the revelation it was to me when I realized I'd rather be smart in the way Elvis Presley was than in the way, say, Ludwig Wittgenstein was. The thing was, you could imagine you could be smart like Wittgenstein by just thinking hard enough, but Elvis just had it. It was almost spiritual. A kind of grace.

With all the intensity of feeling which exalted me, all the intense communion I held with the earth, the sun and sky, the stars hidden by the light, with the ocean—in no manner can the thrilling depth of these feelings be written—with these I prayed, as if they were the keys of an instrument, of an organ, with which I swelled forth the note of my soul, redoubling my own voice by their power.

Where is the voice that said altered carbon would free us from the cells of our flesh? The vision that said we would be angels.

He's a pretty serious believer.' 'Yeah? Funny how it doesn't get in the way of his commercial life.' 'Yeah, well. Organised religion, you know.

One of the reasons many of us avoid meditation is that we think of it as work—and work we may not do perfectly. What if we didn't have to do it perfectly? What if we didn't have to "do" it at all? What if we could rest—and let God do the rest?

And why are we supposed to be serious about God? Did God show up and crack the whip? "You there, Annie in Ohio, I see you laughing a lot and frankly it really pisses Me off . . . " (50)

Truly, it is in the darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us. MEISTER ECKHART