#mystic

Religion is to mysticism what popularization is to science. ↗

— Henri Bergson

#religion #science

Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#conscious #detached #feelings #impossible #informed

Perhaps, more importantly, I think that most human beings realise only a fraction of the true potential of their minds, so the spiritual or mystical, the things which remain mysterious or unexplained have always drawn me to include them in any scheme for a novel. ↗

— Rose Tremain

#any #beings #drawn #fraction #human

The scientific observer of Nature is a kind of mystic seeker in the act of prayer. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#kind #mystic #nature #observer #prayer

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#bourne #city #destination #eternal #even

Sex is a doorway to something so powerful and mystical, but movies usually depict it in a completely flat way. ↗

— David Lynch

#depict #doorway #flat #movies #mystical

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence. ↗

— Jim Morrison

#body #considered #developed #five #fully

Sex is the mysticism of materialism and the only possible religion in a materialistic society. ↗

— Malcolm Muggeridge

#materialistic #mysticism #only #possible #religion

Mysticism and exaggeration go together. A mystic must not fear ridicule if he is to push all the way to the limits of humility or the limits of delight. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#exaggeration #fear #go #humility #limits

I was only beginning to enter into the infinite subtlety of Gregorian chant. It was - and remains - the only public prayer I have ever been able to engage in without feeling like a phony and a jackass. But then, one day in 1965 or so, it was simply abolished. With a stroke of his pen, Pope John XXIII - who had such good ideas about other things - declared that liturgy would henceforth be in the vernacular language of the people. That was, effectively, the end of Latin chant. Then all those monks and nuns who had devoted hours and hours a day began to sicken and fall into depressions, but nobody noticed for a long time. Maybe, as I can well believe, the music toned up their systems in some mysterious way. Or perhaps chant really was a language that God understood. Faced with numerous liturgical scholas shrieking away in the new vernacular hymns, Divinity may have covered its ears and withdrawn, leaving the monks to pine. We parish musicians, illiterate in anything written after the 13th century, stumbled around trying to score liturgies for guitar and bongo drums, trying to make sense of texts like "Eat his body! Drink his blood!" It wasn't because the music got so bad that I quit going to Mass, but it certainly was the beginning of my doubts about papal infallibility. ↗

— Mary Rose O'Reilley

#music #mysticism #quakers #spirituality #music