Quotes about circling

You are not what you are You are darkness Looking for light within.

Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

The night is still waiting.

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.

Although personal calling I sense,Who am I? even if I am, I don't know.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

Life eats life to live.

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

Death swallows death.

Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.