Quotes About Spirituality

She transformed herself into organic simplicity. And she'd figured out how to find in simple and honest things the grace of sin.

Inside her it was as if death didn't exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

At the bottom of everything there is the hallelujah.

Haverá um ano em que haverá um mês, em que haverá uma semana em que haverá um dia em que haverá uma hora em que haverá um segundo e dentro do segundo haverá o não-tempo sagrado da morte transfigurada.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" (A Hora da Estrela)

Being born is like this: The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun. The wheat is ripe. The bread is eaten with sweetness. My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees

God belongs to those who manage to get him. God appears when you're distracted.

Since God doesn't have a name, I'll give him the name of Simptar. It doesn't come from any language. I give myself the name Amptala. As far as I know no such name exists. Perhaps in a language earlier than Sanskrit, an it-language.

When I prayed I achieved an emptiness of soul — and that emptiness is all I can ever have.

We are all deformed by our adaptation to the freedom of God.

Quanto mais precisarmos, mais Deus existe. Quanto mais pudermos, mais Deus teremos.

But now that I knew that suffering had been my happiness, I asked myself if I wasn't fleeing toward a God because I couldn't bear my humanity.

The more we need, the more God exists.

I wonder: why does God demand our love? possible answer: so that we might love ourselves and in loving ourselves, forgive ourselves.

He who emphasizes the ritual of faith can lose the point of faith.

The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun. The wheat is ripe. The bread is eaten with sweetness. My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.

God perches in a tree chirping and straight lines travel on unfinished, horizontal and cold. That's what it seems like . . . The moments keep dripping ripe and no sooner has one tumbled than another rises up, somewhat, its face pale and tiny. Suddenly the moments end too. Timelessness trickles through my walls, tortuous and blind. It slowly collects in a dark, quiet pool and I shout: I've lived!

La oración profunda no es aquella que pide, la oración más profunda es la que ya no pide.

And I am in the world as free and slender as a deer on the plain. I get up as soft as a breath of air, raise my sleepy flower head, my feet light, I cross fields beyond the earth, world, time, God.

And all this is in this very instant, is in the now. But at the same time the present instant is completely removed because of the immense magnitude of God.

The human condition is Christ's passion.

First of all, the doctrine of the Trinity means that nothing that exists, whether on earth or in heaven, can be conceived of as an individual, in and of itself.

Perhaps what those who meditate today are seeking is a state that our ancestors would have considered their birthright, a nightly occurrence.

Put simply, all religion is anthropocentric.