Quotes About Formless

The Indian idea is that the soul is formless. Whatever is form must break some time or other.

Dark Specter** - A frightening variety of Type Two ghost that manifests as a moving patch of darkness. Sometimes the apparition at the center of the darkness is dimly visible; at other times the black cloud is fluid and formless, perhaps shrinking to the size of a pulsing heart, or expanding at speed to engulf a room.

Unhappiness is a dangerous thing, like carbon monoxide. You don't smell it, you don't taste it, it's formless and colourless, but it poisons slowly. It seeps into every pore of your skin until one day your heart just stops beating.

culminating in one of those formless red brick shopping centres which artfully combines a complete lack of aesthetic quality with a total disregard for the utilitarian function for which it is built.

Extending the Airport Runway The good citizens of the commission cast their votes for more of everything. Very early in the morning I go out to the pale dunes, to look over the empty spaces of the wilderness. For something is there, something is there when nothing is there but itself, that is not there when anything else is. Alas, the good citizens of the commission have never seen it, whatever it is, formless, yet palpable. Very shining, very delicate. Very rare.

El adversario al que se veía obligada a combatir no le parecía ya digno de la lucha ni de la victoria; no era una superior inteligencia la que desafiaba, sino la ineptitud; una gris extensión algodonosa, blanda y sin forma, que no ofrecía resistencia a nada ni a nadie...

And there he would either be mercifully annihilated or live forever, insane and yet conscious inside It's homicidal endless formless hungry being.

The ethereal nature of mists means that while they may appear solid and to have distinct forms, they are also immaterial, and can readily become formless.

It seems to have no motive, no vendetta, no program of action, other than simply that of "being ooze.

The question occurred to me: Well, if that's so, if the Divine is ultimately formless and genderless, what's the big deal? Why all this bother? The bother is because we have no other way of speaking about the Absolute. We need forms and images. Without them we have no way of relating to the Divine. Symbol and image create a universal spiritual language. It's the language the soul understands.

If I determine the enemy's disposition of forces while I have no perceptible form, I can concentrate my forces while the enemy is fragmented. The pinnacle of military deployment approaches the formless: if it is formless, then even the deepest spy cannot discern it nor the wise make plans against it.

I'm in no position to hand down any advice, he said, but there's a rule I follow when I don't know what to do. A rule? If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule. Whenever I run into a wall I follow that rule, and it always works out. Even if it's hard going at the time.

Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.

If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule.

Nos cÅ"urs ne sont pas de pierre. Les pierres peuvent s'effondrer et se briser, perdre leur forme. Mais le cÅ"ur ne peut pas s'effondrer. Le cÅ"ur n'a pas de forme mais il peut se propager à l'infini.

When we go deep within, into the deepest recesses of our hearts, we commune with God through meditation. It is through meditation that we can know that God is both with form and without form, with attributes and without attributes

Consciousness is spotless, formless and prior to intellect.

I am Atma, the Self, formless, without modifications and pure,

The truth has no form, you know. It's not like walking around trying to actually ask for favors and to be acknowledged, it is what it is.

But there was a discipline, it was just that we didn't understand. We thought he was formless, but I think now he was tormented by order, what was outside it. He tore apart the plot—see his music was immediately on top of his own life. Echoing. As if, when he was playing he was lost and hunting for the right accidental notes.

The pure impulse of dynamic creation is formless and being formless, the creation it gives rise to can assume any and every form.

Law is a formless mass of isolated decisions.

Man will change nothing of his final destiny, which is to return sooner or later to the unconscious and the formless.

Music expresses those thoughts and words, which have no form but have longing for love.