Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book Of Wisdom Quotes
Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?
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.
There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.
If you combine the suffering’s great color palette you will find happiness as well.
Does somebody know why the consciousness of death has to die?
No matter how many snowstorms will pass through you, none will bring you the spring like love will.
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.
We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.
I have reached this world’s dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.
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.
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.
We can never succeed in knowing our own self without holidays and anniversaries.
Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.
No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.
Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.
Who can play without wanting to succeed even with a sentimentally gain?
You can just be your self’s stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!
The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.
However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world’s emptiness clouds.
Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.
Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death.
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.
We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.
Of how much light will my destiny’s eyes have to become aware until it will come true in death?