Angelus Silesius Quotes

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

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.

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 Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

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.

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.

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?

Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.