Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book Of Wisdom Quotes
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No matter how many snowstorms will pass through you, none will bring you the spring like love will.
Could there ever be a wise man without the wisdom or life or without the death of illusion?
Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.
We will never be more than we are meant to be!
Why is man obliged to learn ignorance?
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
Who can be close to you without the Divine Light of his heart?
Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?
There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.
Do not rummage through your thought’s drawer because you will be ever more disorientated than they are.
Have you ever been further away than yourself? Where?
The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.
Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?
All the stars in the sky cannot worth as much as yours only because it belongs to you.
Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
Does somebody know why the consciousness of death has to die?
The dawn of beauty always comes after night.
With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?
Where does the world’s zephyr strike from the view which let you to live the eternal moment of love other than in the Divine Light of sight?
To believe in what you don’t know is as true as to believe in what you do know as long as life is an illusion.
However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world’s emptiness clouds.
If you combine the suffering’s great color palette you will find happiness as well.
We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.
We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life.
The one who did not understood that his time’s root supports his life tree was born in vain.
One will never find in the waterfall of sights anything else than the Illusion of Life, which falls in torrents on the granite rocks of the souls.
Do not walk away from death because you came out of it.
Of how much light will my destiny’s eyes have to become aware until it will come true in death?
We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.
Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death.
I have reached this world’s dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.
Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.
God, listen to the absurdity within us and raise us from the illusion!
We have a lot of thoughts throughout our entire life, but ultimately we get all to the conclusion of a single thought: Death!
Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.
Was there someone absent from the table of creation?
How many consuming fires can there be in the words: freedom, peace and democracy and how easy they can be extinguished by ignorance, stupidity and arrogance?
Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.
Has anyone succeeded in being his own desire?
Blessed is he who believes in the illusion because thus he can find his great truth!
What shell did not feel the sound waves and which bird did not face at least once the wind?
Was there ever something not known before it was recognized?
What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
How can you be one of the stars of heaven, when the stars are innumerable? What star number do you have?
Emptiness is this world’s greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?
How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?
How much weight can carry a thought which does not acknowledge that it is an illusion?
However much we would adore the past it will forever die in the future with us.
Nobody has ever been beyond his own Illusion of Life.