Quotes About Spirituality

Hakiki iman ÅŸövalyesi daima mutlak bir yaln?zl???n; yapmac???ysa tarikatç?l???n peÅŸindedir.

our Lord satisfied the stomach before satisfying the eye, but the imagination acts in the reverse fashion

?coala suferin?ei e cea mai lung?, c?ci te preg?te?te pentru eternitate

Poetry is an intimate act. It's about bringing forth something that's inside you—whether it is a memory, a philosophical idea, a deep love for another person or for the world, or an apprehension of the spiritual. It's about making something, in language, which can be transmitted to others—not as information, or polemic, but as irreducible art.

I don't see how sucking the joy out of every aspect of life can be pleasing to anybody's God

I wondered if I could call my experience in the chapel prayer--not a long list of asking, after all, or a rote string of words, but rather a kind of sacred listening. [p, 355]

For Muir, Emerson and Thoreau were insufficiently wild; they thought from the head down, not feet up.

God must have had a sense of humor to create us.

The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128

A pinch of mother is worth a pack of shaman.

He felt himself dissolving down into the great mass of the mountain, tumbling slowly down through the rock. The mountain mumbled in his ear, I am. With a puff of its cheeks it blew him aloft, threw his atoms out into the sky. They tumbled off on the wind and dispersed to every point of the compass . . .until his body and California were contiguous, united, one. Only his vision remained separate.

Happy and angry. Happily angry. Everything, all at once. That's life, boy. You just keep getting fuller, until you burst and Allah takes you and casts your soul into another life later on. And so everything just keeps getting fuller.

Possess nothing and be possessed by nothing. Put away what you have in your head, give what you have in your heart. Here a world and there a world, we are seated on the threshold.

A talib is a seeker. And the seeker's tariqat is his path, his special path you know, on the road to reality.

she keeps a shrine to Sol Invictus in her room, performs the pratahsamdhya ceremony, the salute to the sun, every morning

Religion could not be faked or used for worldly purposes.

the word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water.

I died as mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal. I died as animal and I was human. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die human, To soar with angels blessed above. And when I sacrifice my angel soul I shall become what no mind ever conceived.

All things remain in God. Even if there was no God. All things remain in something or other. Some kind of eternity outside time.

When you have sex with someone, you willingly give them a part of your soul that you can never get back.

about his belief in God and the fact that he seemed to have a huge amount of respect for her and her decision to remain celibate.

Gud i himlen, kjærligheten er et flygtig stof!

Para qué preocuparse de lo que comería, de lo que bebería, de lo que introduciría en la miserable caja de gusanos, que se llamaba mi cuerpo terrestre?

Gud hadde stukket sin finger ned i mit nervenet og lempelig, ganske løselig bragt litt uorden i trådene.