Quotes About Portal

There came a time, however, when death ceased to be the enforcer of finitude and began to look, instead, like the last opportunity for radical transformation, the only plausible portal to the infinite.

Scattered through the ordinary world, there are books and artifacts and perhaps people who are like doorways into impossible realms, of impossible and contradictory truth.

Job portals often carry bogus vacancies of the companies as these are never filled up by recruiting the candidates.

Beneath the Sugar Sky' is an homage to the portal fantasies of my childhood: it is the portal running in reverse.

Beauty is momentary in the mind—The fitful tracing of a portal;But in the flesh it is immortal.The body dies; the body's beauty lives.

Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.

The poetic line, a grave and timeless portal, requires a very simple password.

He continued: "I should warn you that the chamber we are about to pass into does not literally exist within our planet. It is a little too … large. We are about to pass through a gateway into a vast tract of hyperspace. It may disturb you.

Lucent wisps spiraled up from the mass, forming a columned portal supporting a hot-white door. My vision clouded, like snow on a tele-a hot-white door. My vision clouded, like snow on a television screen. Vertigo gripped me.

Twilight is like death; the dark portal of night comes upon us, to open again in the glorious morning of immortality.

Through the portals of silence the healing sun of wisdom and peace will shine upon you.

TimeTrap raised her head and looked pointedly at St. John. "It was a dimensional portal, silly. Duh.

You know there is such a things as a door, " I whispered. "You should try it some time.

You unlock the door with the key of imagination.

Every portal is a portal of death, the death of the false self. When you go through it, you cease to derive your identity from your psychological, mind-made form. You then realize that death is an illusion, just as your identification with form was an illusion. The end of illusion — that's all that death is. It is painful only as long as you cling to illusion.

Do you hear that dog barking in the distance? Or that car passing by? Listen carefully. Can you feel the presence of the Unmanifested in that? You can't? Look for it in the silence out of which the sounds come and into which they return. Pay more attention to the silence than to the sounds. Paying attention to outer silence creates inner silence: the mind becomes still. A portal is opening up.

Your task is not to search for love but to find a portal through which love can enter

But in the darkness of her room he was reminded that helplessness was often a portal to God, because rarely did the fragile, self-serving human pray for things in his complete control.

We can't make a portal—" "We've got a flying boat," Carter offered.

could be a magic country like Narnia, and the only way you can get in is by swinging across on this enchanted rope.

You get your visions through whatever gate you're granted.

Books have given me a magic portal to connect with people of the past and the present. I know I shall never feel lonely or powerless again.

People have always known that there's another place, another where. And some, like me, are able to pierce the veil that separates the worlds, and even on occasion pass through. Some like me… and you.

In the porches of mine ears.