Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book Of Wisdom Quotes
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.
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.
Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?
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?
The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.
The one who did not understood that his time’s root supports his life tree was born in vain.
We have a lot of thoughts throughout our entire life, but ultimately we get all to the conclusion of a single thought: Death!
We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life.
Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.
Who can believe in illusion even if we all live the Illusion of Life?