The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees… — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Three days: Today, Tomorrow and Yesterday, I know, Yet if the past were cancelled within the here and now, And then the future hidden,… — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
God never does withdraw; His works come to no halt; If you don't feel His force, yourself must be at fault. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
