Was there ever something not known before it was recognized?
~ Sorin Cerin
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.
Has anyone succeeded in being his own desire?
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.
Immortality goes through dead before all.
Who can believe in illusion even if we all live the Illusion of Life?
Who can say that he is not everything?
You can just be your self’s stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!
Who can play without wanting to succeed even with a sentimentally gain?
Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.
No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.
Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.
We can never succeed in knowing our own self without holidays and anniversaries.
Heroes are the saints of every nation.
Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.
Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.
We are a being only through our Illusion of Life.
We will never be more than we are meant to be!
