Quotes About Spirituality

The perfect man, for the pagans, was the perfection of the man that exists; for Christians, the perfection of the man that does not exist; and for Buddhists, the perfection of no man existing.

Sleep is fusion with God, Nirvana, however it be called.

And in each corner of my soul there's an altar to a different god.

Tal vez se descubra que aquello que llamamos Dios, y que de forma tan patente está en otro plano diferente al de la lógica y la realidad espacial y temporal, es una forma de nuestra existencia, una sensación de nosotros mismos en otra dimensión del ser.

If I was reincarnated, it was without myself, without my I.

Sólo sabe escribir quien es capaz de ver sus propios sueños con nitidez (y es así) o ver en sueños la vida, verla de forma inmaterial, haciéndole fotos con la máquina del devaneo, sobre la cual los rayos de lo pesado, de lo útil y de lo restringido no pueden actuar, revelándose en negro la placa espiritual.

free me from religion because it is gentle and from unbelief because it is strong.

Who had uttered these words? They had not frightened me. They were clearly audible to me yet I knew the did not ring out across the air like the chilling cough of the old man in the chair, They came from deep inside me, from my soul. Never before had I believed or suspected that I had a soul but just then I knew I had.

But the secret of it all-in-all,' continued the Sergeant, 'is the daily readings. Attend to your daily readings and your conscience will be as clear as a clean shirt on Sunday morning. I am a great believer in the daily readings.

Satisfy your demand for reason but always remember that charity is beyond reason, and God can be known through charity.

When there is a tendency to compartmentalize the spiritual and make it resident in a certain type of life only, the spiritual is apt gradually to be lost.

What people don't realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross.

The mind serves best when it's anchored in the Word of God. There is no danger then of becoming an intellectual without integrity...

I'm a member and preacher to that church where the blind don't see and the lame don't walk and what's dead stays that way.

There was already a deep black wordless conviction in him that the way to avoid Jesus was to avoid sin.

When you leave a man alone with his Bible and the Holy Ghost inspires him, he's going to be a Catholic one way or another, even though he knows nothing about the visible church. His kind of Christianity may not be socially desirable, but will be real in the sight of God.

Dogma is the guardian of mystery. The doctrines are spiritually significant in ways that we cannot fathom.

Two people can remain in love-- a phrase made practically useless by stinking romanticism--only if their common desire for each other unites in a greater desire for God.

Woman! do you ever look inside? Do you ever look inside and see what you are not? God!

When we get our spiritual house in order, we'll be dead. This goes on. You arrive at enough certainty to be able to make your way, but it is making it in darkness. Don't expect faith to clear things up for you. It is trust, not certainty.

Our spiritual character is formed as much by what we endure and what is taken from us as it is by our achievements and our conscious choices.

W]hat one has as a born Catholic is something given and accepted before it is experienced. I am only slowly coming to experience things that I have all along accepted. I suppose the fullest writing comes from what has been accepted and experienced both and that I have just not got that far yet all the time. Conviction without experience makes for harshness.

We Catholics are very much given to the Instant Answer. Fiction doesn't have any. It leaves us, like Job, with a renewed sense of mystery. St. Gregory wrote that every time the sacred text describes a fact, it reveals a mystery. That is what the fiction writer, on his lesser level, hopes to do.

Virtue must be the only vigorous thing in our lives. Sin is large and stale. You can never finish easting it nor ever digest it. It has to be vomited.