Quotes About Spirituality

un corazón que ama desordenadamente las cosas de la tierra está como sujeto por una cadena, o por un "hilillo sutil", que le impide volar a Dios»

La misericordia, el amor al prójimo, el amor a los que nos aman, el amor a los que nos odian! —murmuró entre dientes—. Debemos ser misericordiosos incluso con nuestros enemigos. Este es el amor que Dios predicó entre los hombres, el amor que me aconsejaba la princesa María y que yo no sabía comprender. Es por esto por lo que siento morir. Si viviera, amaría a todos mis enemigos, pero ahora ya es demasiado tarde. ¡Ya lo sé!

Dios nos ha hecho polifónicos. El señorío de sí, también conocido desde siempre como templanza, no es frialdad cerebral: Dios nos quiere con un "corazón grande, fuerte, tierno, afectuoso y delicado" (Amigos de Dios, n.º 77)»[2].

La conciencia es el núcleo más secreto y el sagrario del hombre, en el que está solo con Dios, cuya voz resuena en lo más íntimo de ella»

They say there are no atheists in war; I tell you that pantheists abound at the edge of a cliff. I would have taken the blessing of any god I could get.

My aim throughout is to let facts speak for themselves. If they seem strange, unreal, even impossible, I can only say that the things of the invisible world must always appear so to those whose thoughts and desires are centred on this life only.

Man, as a purely natural creature, fairly educated, but wholly unspiritualized, is a mental composition of: Hunger, Curiosity, Self-Esteem, Avarice, Cowardice, Lust, Cruelty, Personal Ambition; and on these vile qualities alone our 'society' hangs together; the virtues have no place anywhere, and do not count at all, save as conveniently pious metaphors.

all the best, greatest, purest and worthiest things in life are beyond all market-value and that the gifts of the gods are not for sale.

Hunting God is a great adventure.

We believe that Francis's spirituality embodies a convergence of mysticism, liberation theology, and prophetic evangelism that speak loudly to those contemporary Christians who long to do something about inequity and poverty, about consuming consumerism and driven emptiness.

Energetically speaking, when you are lost in your thoughts, you are a closed system that's emitting "I'm not available" vibes. You reduce the probability of meeting someone because spiritually, you're not open for business.

Julen i Hamsund hadde han fortalt meg om. Der var ikke noe juletre, men det var lys i en stake. Og alle fikk spise seg mette i Guds navn.

Self-Realization Fellowship seemed like training. It was the training ground for finding a sense of peace in myself. Because that's my job. It's no one else's.

Everybody," he said, "who goes to church gets ill. You must listen to the plants and stones because God is in them, and all the rest is junk.

Archaeological materials are not mute. They speak their own language. And they need to be used for the great source they are to help unravel the spirituality of those of our ancestors who predate the Indo-Europeans by many thousands of years.

When all secret thoughts of the Universe are known, life will begin again. When dark waters breathe into the bluing mouth of the sky, when all that sprouts from the blazing core is singed in harmonious change, when masculine and feminie energies are equally accepted, when time crawls inside itself, exposing eternal existence, then all shall know there is, always has been, everlastingly will be a sacred place where spirits gather for all in all. Let us become consciously, ceremoniously grateful.

LCrows are our buddies.

The study of self-injury makes clear that the mind and body are inextricably linked, each feedings from the other's nourishment or starving from the other's neglect. The body is, indeed, the temple of the soul. Cutters are living proof that when the body is ravaged, the soul cries out. And when the soul is trampled upon, the body bleeds.

Eugene Peterson claims that "to eyes that can see, every bush is a burning bush:' Poems, when they are doing what they do best, offer us a glimpse of that fire.

the words of Pyotr Stephanovich come into my mind: You must love God because He is the only one you can love for Eternity. That sounds very profound to me, and tears come into my eyes whenever I say it. I never heard anyone else say it. But I don't believe in God and if I did I couldn't love Him/Her/It. I couldn't love anyone I thought had created this world.

Poetry seems to have been eliminated as a literary genre, and installed instead, as a kind of spiritual aerobic exercise - nobody need read it, but anybody can do it.

When your thoughts are fastened to the Word of God, you are involved in a form of meditation, and the truth will both keep and sustain you.

My first memories of religion were being taken to Episcopal church. My father was Catholic, but my mother, I believe, was Episcopal. So I sort of veered off into the watered-down version of Catholicism.

Don't degrade your soul to the extent of believing in curses. No man can curse you except your maker.