Paganism Quotes
What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.
I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.
Accept the universeAs the gods gave it to you.If the gods wanted to give you something elseThey’d have done it.If there are other matters and other worldsThere are.
It’s stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophers, That things are really what they seem to beAnd there’s nothing to understand.
The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?
I don’t always feel what I know I should feel.My thought crosses the river I swim very slowlyBecause the suit men made it wear weighs it down.
Also at times, on the surface of streams, Water?bubbles formAnd grow and burstAnd have no meaning at allExcept that they’re water?bubblesGrowing and bursting.
I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.(6/20/1919)
Everything’s different from us. That’s why everything exists.
A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.
We are not on this planet to ask forgiveness of our deities
Even so, I’m somebody.I’m the Discoverer of Nature.I’m the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.
All beings exist and nothing elseAnd that’s why they’re called beings
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting —In the sublimely scientific and difficult fact of accepting the inevitable natural.
Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
If I talk about her like she’s a beingIt’s because talking about her I need to use the language of menWhich gives personality to things, And imposes a name on things.
Where once I prayed for forgiveness from a father God who held up huge palms and said “Thou shalt not, ” now I find peace with a sister god who takes my open hands in hers and says, “You will.
I don’t regret anything I was before because I still am.I only regret not having loved you.Put your hands in mineAnd let’s be quiet, surrounded by life.
The river of my village doesn’t make you think about anything.When you’re at its bank you’re only at its bank.
I don’t know what understanding myself is. I don’t look inside.I don’t believe I exist behind myself.
Olympus is still a patriarchy. Zeus heads his royal household as jealously as Jehovah rules his harem of dull, harp-playing angels. Both are templates for order on earth, don’t you think?
I’d like to have enough time and quietTo think about absolutely nothing, To not ever feel myself living, To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.
On a whitely cloudy day I get sad, almost afraid, And I begin to meditate about problems I make up.
Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.
the Great Vaccination — the vaccination against the stupidity of the intelligentsia.
in exceptional circumstances — exceptional in that all circumstances in life are exceptional, especially those which are nothing in themselves and come to be everything in their results.
I love flowers for being flowers, directly.And I love trees for being trees without my thought.
Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.
Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the little we're given.
The nature of Paganism is that of exploring, evolution, and opening up.
I Only Believe What I See But I Question Everything I Hear
Quit Believing in Lies and Always Search For the Truth!
I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.
If they want me to have mysticism, okay, I’ve got it.I’m a mystic, but only in my body, My soul is simple and doesn’t think.
I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, “Are you at peace with yourself?” and he answered, “No, I’m at peace.” It was like the voice of the earth, which is everything and no one.
Yes, this is what my senses alone have learned:—Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
I have heard that Paganism is for broken people, but life cracks everyone in some way. We are a religion of healing people.
Bitter and Frail, young and weak. Smiles are useless, talk is cheap, Give thou venom, fangs like slime, Ugly freak for all of time. An empty gift just from me, Give it now, so mote it be!
Lightly, lightly, very lightly, A wind passes very lightlyAnd goes away, always very lightly.And I don’t know what I thinkAnd I don’t want to know.
When I lay down on my deathbed, I want to know that I have done all I could to be a first rate human, not a third rate pawn of the gods.
(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men.
He possesses the minimum sensibility necessary for his intelligence not to be merely mathematical, the minimum a human being needs so that it can be proven with a thermometer that he's not dead.
Other times when I hear the wind blowI feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
In art and mythology, the Goddess appears in three forms. White represents the virgin, red the mother, and black, the crone, or the death-goddess.
That lady has a piano.It’s nice, but it’s not the running of riversOr the murmuring trees make ..Who needs a piano?It’s better to have earsAnd love Nature.
