Sorin Cerin Quotes
There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.
tears, love, life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?
There is no longer waiting for anyone, but for death.
The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.
We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.
Listen to the advice of your own Destiny! All is a given!
We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.
Nobody will ever be able to understand the meaning of the measure of his own words.
Who can be close to you without the Divine Light of his heart?
Why is man the being who won in the world of emptiness, dethroning all animal species? For he is closest to the perfection of emptiness.
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?
Was there someone absent from the table of creation?
Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.
Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
Which eternity can be bigger or smaller? But which reality can be an eternity in your mind?
How much weight can carry a thought which does not acknowledge that it is an illusion?
How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?
Could there ever be a wise man without the wisdom or life or without the death of illusion?
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.
All the stars in the sky cannot worth as much as yours only because it belongs to you.
Nobody has ever been beyond his own Illusion of Life.
However much we would adore the past it will forever die in the future with us.
Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.
Have you ever been further away than yourself? Where?
What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?
Was there ever something not known before it was recognized?
What shell did not feel the sound waves and which bird did not face at least once the wind?
Do not walk away from death because you came out of it.
Do not rummage through your thought’s drawer because you will be ever more disorientated than they are.
Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.
Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.
Who can believe in illusion even if we all live the Illusion of Life?
You can just be your self’s stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!
Who can play without wanting to succeed even with a sentimentally gain?
Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.
No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
We are a being only through our Illusion of Life.
Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.
Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.
