Rene Daumal Quotes

Just promise me you'll think of me everytime you look up in the sky and see a star

If you were standing next to the prophet on the mountain, would you have seen the archangel? And my answer to that was probably not, even though it's supposed to be a really big archangel. He describes it as - the Archangel Gabriel as standing on the horizon and filling the sky. That's a big angel.

God told me if I painted that mountain enough, I could have it.

Moses Kaldor had always loved mountains; they made him feel nearer to the God whose nonexistence he still sometimes resented.

You can just look at a mountain and get a connection with God, you don't have to understand the mountain to feel that.

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

I fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us

Through our soul is our contact with heaven.

For mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and blossom, every form in nature is echoed in us and originates in the soul whose being is eternity and is hidden from us but none the less gives itself to us for the most part in the power of love and creation.

God is bound to act, to pour himself out (into thee) as soon as ever he shall find thee ready.

An iceberg is water striving to be land; a mountain, especially a Himalaya, especially Everest, is land's attempt to metamorphose into sky; it is grounded in flight, the earth mutated--nearly--into air, and become, in the true sense, exalted. Long before she ever encountered the mountain, Allie was aware of its brooding presence in her soul.

The gospel is not something partial or piecemeal: it takes in the whole life, the whole of history, the whole world. It tells us about creation and the final judgment and everything in between.

Love should be a tree whose roots are deep in the earth, but whose branches extend into heaven.

If we have listening ears, God speaks to us in our own language, whatever that language be

So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.

I would like to metamorphose into a mouse-mountain.

Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity.

I believe that's when God first started speaking to my heart--the very day I started speaking to His!

People... of the universe! Tonight... is the night.. when the skies will open, and spray forth a divine hand with pointed finger! And it will say... everybody... you're not just a duck... YOU ARE HUMAN! YOU ARE HUMAAAAN!!!

I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand.

To lovers of the wild, these mountains are not a hundred miles away. Their spiritual power and the goodness of the sky make them near, as a circle of friends. ... You cannot feel yourself out of doors; plain, sky, and mountains ray beauty which you feel. You bathe in these spirit-beams, turning round and round, as if warming at a camp-fire. Presently you lose consciousness of your own separate existence: you blend with the landscape, and become part and parcel of nature.

The transcendental point of view, the habit of thought bred by communion with earth and sky, had refined the grain while it had roughened the husk.

Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of Eternity.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. Like a generous host, she offers her brimming cups in endless variety, served in a grand hall, the sky its ceiling, the mountains its walls, decorated with glorious paintings and enlivened with bands of music ever playing.