Quotes About Spirituality

Everything pours forth. Photographs their history. Books their words. Walls their sounds. The spirits rose like an ether that spun an arabesque and touched down as gently as a benevolent mask.

Christ died for somebody's sins / But not mine,

In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves?

I wished nothing more than to say my prayers, yet these words troubled me and I plagued her with questions. What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return.

I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.

I have not sold myself to God. - Babelogue

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.

As we headed back to Tangier we saw a shepherd guiding a camel with her calf. Rolling down the window, I called out: —What is the little one's name? —His name is Jimi Hendrix. —Hooray, I wake from yesterday! —Inshallah! he called out.

You see, I think love comes from God. And so, to turn away from love, real love, it could be argued, is to turn away from God.

Life is a gift. Going to church is like sending a thank-you card.

I cannot say who I will be tomorrow. Each day is new, and each day I am born again. I see hope everywhere, even in the dark, and when I die, I will perhaps become God.

He who lives for an encounter with the unseen becomes the instrument of the seen.

It was one of the most sublimely exhilarating moments of my life. I was half a step in front of the real, an inch or two beyond the confines of my body, and when the thing happened just as I thought it would, I felt my skin had become transparent. I wasn't occupying space anymore so much as melting into it. What was around me was also inside me, and I had only to look into myself in order to see the world.

My true place in the world, it turned out, was somewhere beyond myself, and if that place was inside me, it was also unlocatable. This was the tiny hole between self and not-self, and for the first time in my life I saw this nowhere as the exact center of the world.

God was nowhere, he said to himself, but life was everywhere, and death was everywhere, and the living and the dead were joined.

Ministering to the Lord in private is the foundation and prerequisite for leading in the public meeting.

Rather than allowing the safety and familiarity of forms to permit our hearts to disengage, or allowing a hip beat or guitar rift to generate superficial emotion, it is imperative that our walk with God remain real, that our dialogue with his Spirit be moment to moment, that our communication of his truth be accurate, engaging, and authentic.

What I think God cares about is the disengaged heart. I do not think that he is particularly interested in our theories or techniques of worship except as they are effective in genuinely drawing hearts to him. Worship that is not heartfelt and authentic simply does not interest him.

worship is multiform, not uniform. God is not threatened by this reality—he ordained it; he expects it; he glories in it.

These personal relationships make it more difficult to make generalized statements about who is in "spiritual darkness" and who is not, especially when many of our neighbors are nicer and more moral than some who call themselves Christian. Therefore, many North Americans, even those who call themselves followers of Jesus, conclude that all religions are fundamentally the same.

Fasting clears away the thousand little things which quickly accumulate and clutter the body, mind and heart. It cuts through corrosion and renews our contract with God and Mother Earth.

Accept the long night patiently, quietly, humbly, and resignedly as intended for your true good. It is not a punishment for sin committed but an instrument of annihilating egoism.

Such excessive preoccupation with his faults is not a truly spiritual activity but, on the contrary, a highly egoistic one.The recognition of his own faults should make a man humbler, when it is beneficial, not prouder, which the thought that he ought to have been above these faults makes him.