Sorin Cerin Quotes

Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.

However much we would adore the past it will forever die in the future with us.

We are in the world where the longing mountains are the most grounded.

We are beings only in the extent of Our Life's Illusion.

Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death.

How many truths pass wrecking through the Illusion of Life, but none of them is an absolute truth therefore the real truth!

The Death's Field is the mirror which allows us the knowledge of the world we living in.

We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life.

I know none of Time's cardinal pillar on which it says forever just because eternity is not Time anymore.

We will never be more that we have been destined to be!

How would this world be if there was not God? The answer is simple: it would become itself God.

Where do we people go if not towards the perfection of our own illusion?

Where I will find peace other than in oblivion?

The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.

What grain of dust can be easier carried by your life's emptiness wind than the knowledge?

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.

Is the sunrise superior just because it goes before the sunset with a day and sunset goes before the sunrise with a night? Could there be day without night and sunrise without sunset, life without death?

Are we the wreck or the ship of God's Word?

Listen to the time as it can heal everything.

However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world's emptiness clouds.

Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.

Emptiness is the worlds greatest discovery

God, listen to the absurdity within us and raise us from the illusion!

Why are we a shadow and not a great tree? Why when we think we are spring, reality shows us we are a late autumn? Because of the fact that God is the Unique Accidental one, is the Primary Event, and everything that follows him is an Intended Occurrence, so an image of the Unique Accidental Occurrence. This image is destiny. If we were not but a mere image, this would mean that God is not the Unique Accidental one, but Intended, which cannot be because this would mean that God too is created by another Primary Event before him, thing that cannot be true. But still, do we know what truth is? We wouldn�t be God�s image only if there was not God.

Eternity is the stopped heart of Time.

How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?

Nobody will ever be able to understand the meaning of the measure of his own words.

Whoever lost the truth has lost him/her self.

The absolute truth is one for an infinity of possible relative truths which lie.

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.

Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?

Was there someone absent from the table of creation?

TO BE is life's dilemma while facing the eternity of death.

Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?

Our entire life worth's less than one moment of the absolute's truth vanity.

No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.

Only in the eyes of love you can find infinity.

Love, I know you before all times!

Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.

Have you ever been further away than yourself? Where?

Listen to the advice of your own Destiny! All is a given!

There is no better guide to this world than oblivion.

I can never feel that the Illusion of Life is a truth as long as any illusion reflects unreality; however, even an untruth is a truth in its turn.

Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.

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?

Each coil has the earthquake which created it, as every death has the life that gave birth to it.

Believing in what you don't know is as true as believing in what you know as long as your life is just an illusion.

Can I tell from the twilight from which the world is built that I am a sunrise in this life?

When you love you give meaning to this world.

We have a lot of thoughts throughout our entire life, but ultimately we get all to the conclusion of a single thought: Death!

What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self? What can this symbiosis between two souls can be? What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings? What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love? But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls? Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain? Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?

Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.

You can just be your self's stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!

Of how much light will my destiny's eyes have to become aware until it will come true in death?

Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.

Knowledge's surest logic is the lack of knowledge.

Who can know the absolute truth of illusion or emptiness? That is why we feel the fulfilled sense of this world.

Saints are those who managed to love more than we did.

We are unable to envision death without the life within us which full aware of it.

Immortality goes through dead before all.

With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?

To breath through the truth is not the same with knowing it.

Never hide your fear because it will become your own God, hidden inside you.

To be beyond yourself is the gate to wisdom.

There isn't a God more real and truer than the God of your knowledge.

Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.

We should all have the freedom to die with majesty in an unworthy life which was subjected to sin and vanity.

Do not walk away from death because you came out of it.

Was there ever something not known before it was recognized?

What river can flood over the mountains of your love?

We are certainly descendents of the sea for our tears are salted and when we shed them on the jowl of time, the sea that has always been within us flows on our face.

There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.

Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.

Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.

Who can say what love at the feet of the absolute truth means?

Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.

No life can be compared to another Life unless both refer to Death! Even if a Life is different from another Life, it exists, as Life, only by referring to Death, because all other Lives it would refer to finally lead to the last referent which is a Life having as reference: Death! This is why I said the all the shine of Life consists of Death, as the shine of Death consists of Life.

Who can be worried without the light of a memory?

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

We cannot imagine Life without Death, because the entire Life rests on Death, otherwise it wouldn't exist.

If you combine the suffering's great color palette you will find happiness as well.

There are no names that do not desire fame because we come from God.

We can never succeed in knowing our own self without holidays and anniversaries.

To say that death opposes life is just the same as you would say you live the absolute truth.

The well of your soul will not experience the drought until in front of her will appear the moment of eternity to drink from the water of death.

Do not ever go out of yourself because you will get lost even from your life.

We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.

What beauty could be your life's mountain peak which you could climb all the way up?

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.

How much soul can include the self-salvation of sin?

When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments' rain has darkened the sun of our life, but the failure to be ourselves.

We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.

Nobody has ever been beyond his own Illusion of Life.

No one can surely know what knowledge is without the presence of truth.

Who can say that he is not everything?

The belief in death leads meditating about life; meanwhile, the belief in life leads you thinking about death.

Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.

The soul mate is what we aspire to and like to understand about us, is what we deem to be perfection, purity and endless regarding our own being.