Angelus Silesius Quotes
I am like God and God like me. I am as large as God. He is as small as I. He cannot above me nor I beneath him be.
Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.
If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.
By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.
The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.
A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.
Do not seek God in outer space-- Your heart is the only place in which to meet Him face to face.
God does not care what good you did, but why you did it. He does not grade the fruit but probes the core and tests the root.
If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.
Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.
Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be born, If he's not born in thee thy soul is still forlorn.
We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.
It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.
Time is of your own making; Its clock ticks in your head. The moment you stop thought Time too stops dead.
God, whose love and joy are present everywhere, can't come to visit you unless you aren't there.
The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.
God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.
God never does withdraw; His works come to no halt; If you don't feel His force, yourself must be at fault.
Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.
The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.
What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.
The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.
Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.
A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.
I am as vast as God; there is nothing in the world O Miracle: that can shut me up in myself.
Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.
The rose that with you earthly eyes you see, has flowered in God from all eternity.
Could one that's damned stand in high Heaven, even thereHe'd feel within himself all Hell and Hell's despair.
If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself then art thou lost eternally.