Sorin Cerin Quotes
Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.
Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.
The Death's Field is the mirror which allows us the knowledge of the world we living in.
The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us.
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?
We pass through Time from birth in order to have from where to come, together with death.
I know none of Time’s cardinal pillar on which it says forever just because eternity is not Time anymore.
What beauty could be your life’s mountain peak which you could climb all the way up?
No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.
The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world.
How much soul can include the self-salvation of sin?
Do not expect peace with the enemy whose worth you do not recognize.
What can we do without pain in front of happiness?
With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?
Where does the world’s zephyr strike from the view which let you to live the eternal moment of love other than in the Divine Light of sight?
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?