Quotes About Spirituality

Tanr?, Ben YaÅŸanan?m, dediÄŸinde bütün bu vedalaÅŸmalar?n neye dair olduÄŸunu unutmuÅŸ olaca??z.

As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and I knelt on the trail and said Thank you, shack. The I added Blah with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would know what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world

Great beautiful clouds floated overhead, valley clouds that made you feel the vastness of old tumbledown holy America from mouth to mouth and tip to tip.

What's your road, man?—holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Human courage is an opiate but opiates are human too. If God is an opiate so am I. Therefore eat me. Eat the night

because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!

because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany?

For life is holy, and every moment is precious.

And a kind of holy lightning I saw flashing from his excitement and his visions, which he described so torrentially

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love;

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains. To live like Jesus and Thoreau, except for women.

He was BEAT - the root, the soul of Beatific.

Because I am Beat, I believe in Beatitude and that God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son to it.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the star

My cats Timmy & Tyke will always be at my side - They wont be jealous but make friends with Bootsie, Kewpie and Davey, and Beauty and Bob - even the little dry moth with the beady black eyes can sit on my arm forever, till we all see God when that which we love solves & melts in one Glow See? And the little mouse that I killed will devour me into its golden belly. That little mouse was God. Dante and Beatrice will be married. Please, that's enough, huh?

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes, 'Awww!

I'm my mother's son & my mother is the universe

I love Allen Ginsberg - Let that be recorded in heaven's unchangeable heart

When we let go of our battles and open our heart to things as they are, then we come to rest in the present moment. This is the beginning and the end of spiritual practice. Only in this moment can we discover that which is timeless. Only here can we find the love that we seek. Love in the past is simply memory, and love in the future is fantasy. Only in the reality of the present can we love, can we awaken, can we find peace and understanding and connection with ourselves and the world.

The knowledge of the past stays with us. To let go is to release the images and emotions, the grudges and fears, the clingings and disappointments of the past that bind our spirit.

Much of spiritual life is self-acceptance, maybe all of it.

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.