“If neither love nor pain
Will ever touch thy heart,
Then only God's in thee,
And then in God thou art”
Angelus Silesius (1624–1677) German writer
The Cherubinic Wanderer
Meditations (c. 121–180 AD), Book VII, 64
“If neither love nor pain
Will ever touch thy heart,
Then only God's in thee,
And then in God thou art”
Angelus Silesius (1624–1677) German writer
The Cherubinic Wanderer
Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel (1772–1829) German poet, critic and scholar
Du sollst dir kein Ideal machen, weder eines Engels im Himmel, noch eines Helden aus einem Gedicht oder Roman, noch eines selbstgeträumten oder fantasirten; sondern du sollst einen Mann lieben, wie er ist.
Philosophical Fragments, P. Firchow, trans. (1991), “Athenaeum Fragments,” § 364
“Remember that neither the future nor the past pains thee, but only the present.”
Marcus Aurelius book Meditations
VIII, 36
Meditations (c. 121–180 AD), Book VIII
Context: Remember that neither the future nor the past pains thee, but only the present. But this is reduced to a very little, if thou only circumscribest it, and chidest thy mind, if it is unable to hold out against even this.
“For thou dwellest in me and I in thee. Thou without me or I without thee are nothing.”
Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) Bengali polymath
Sādhanā : The Realisation of Life http://www.spiritualbee.com/spiritual-book-by-tagore/ (1916) <br class="br">Context: This "I" of mine toils hard, day and night, for a home which it knows as its own. Alas, there will be no end of its sufferings so long as it is not able to call this home thine. Till then it will struggle on, and its heart will ever cry, "Ferryman, lead me across." When this home of mine is made thine, that very moment is it taken across, even while its old walls enclose it. This "I" is restless. It is working for a gain which can never be assimilated with its spirit, which it never can hold and retain. In its efforts to clasp in its own arms that which is for all, it hurts others and is hurt in its turn, and cries, "Lead me across". But as soon as it is able to say, "All my work is thine," everything remains the same, only it is taken across.<br>Where can I meet thee unless in this mine home made thine? Where can I join thee unless in this my work transformed into thy work? If I leave my home I shall not reach thy home; if I cease my work I can never join thee in thy work. For thou dwellest in me and I in thee. Thou without me or I without thee are nothing.
Frederick William Faber (1814–1863) British hymn writer and theologian
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 99.
Jacob Mendes Da Costa (1833–1900) American physician
Da Costa, Jacob M. The Higher Professional Life: Valedictory Address to the Graduating Class of Jefferson Medical College, Philadelphia. Philadelphia, PA: J.B. Lippincott & Co, 1883.
Edmund Burke (1729–1797) Anglo-Irish statesman
Source: A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful