536 Quotes About Essence

There are ribbons that ensnare, itseems, though I cannot feel theserestraints: a tangle of sharedunderstandings, expectations, values,and obligations that demarcate sentientboundaries and frame the articulationof essence. Yet, there is also something rather arbitrary and inadequate aboutthese ribbons and their juxtaposition.

Paradise is not some kind of enchanted land filled with flowers and music. It is not some kind of spiritual Disneyland. Paradise is our primordial pure consciousness, which is free of all limitations but embodies the infinity of the divine.

Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.

Don't respond when the mind snaps its fingers.

He lived like a devil and died like a saint. Life is paradoxical, but I believe that I could also be the person I am today, if life would have cut me with happiness, instead of pain. I would be the same. I didn’t need the pain to grow, or be who I really am inside of me. Because life, life cuts you like a precious stone and shows the brilliance of your essence…but maybe we can learn also with joy and happiness, and turn into the same persons, just happier. We don’t need pain to learn

A woman's body is a sacred temple. A work of art, and a life-giving vessel. And once she becomes a mother, her body serves as a medicine cabinet for her infant. From her milk she can nourish and heal her own child from a variety of ailments. And though women come in a wide assortment as vast as the many different types of flowers and birds, she is to reflect divinity in her essence, care and wisdom. God created a woman's heart to be a river of love, not to become a killing machine.

An Enforcer’s style is to destroy all magicians in sight and lap up their essence like a starved cur.

Only when I grew, did I understand what that strength was: the willpower, that ardent force only human souls can possess – the power to continue on one’s path no matter the mistakes and obstacles, and never give up on one’s true essence.

It is the very essence of art,' she [Hallie Flanagan:] told a group gathered in Washington . . ., 'that it exceed bounds, often including those of tradition, decorum, and that mysterious thing called taste. It is the essence of art that it shatter accepted patterns, advance into unknown territory, challenge the existing order. Art is highly explosive. To be worth its salt it must have in that salt a fair sprinkling of gunpowder.