Ellen Glasgow Quotes

The more specific we are, the more universal something can become. Life is in the details. If you generalize, it doesn't resonate. The specificity of it is what resonates.

Life is a four-letter word.

We live merely on the crust or rind of things.

With five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmos, yet other beings with wider, stronger, or different range of senses might not only see very differently the things we see, but might see and study whole worlds of matter, energy, and life which lie close at hand yet can never be detected with the senses we have.

Those are facts. Are they the truth? No, for they do not tell you of the heart, and that is where truth lives.

I think there are times when human beings open our psychic field: when they're in love, when they're with another person that they resonate with, when they're having a wonderful experience of any kind. We feel the essence of life in a different way that allows us to experience the presence of God as, I would call it, a functioning, physical reality and not just a mental construct or conceptualization.

Consciousness in the individual is that area where the totality of life is located.

What I'm above all primarily concerned with is the substance of life, the pith of reality. If I had to sum up my work, I suppose that's it really: I'm taking the pith out of reality.

Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.

The old man always said we should attend to the things we have some hope of understanding, and eternity isn't one of them. Well, this world isn't one either.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

The main event has never been the manifestation; the main event has always been the way you feel moment by moment, because that's what life is.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life.

Everything of this life as a mortal is fiction. It seems real, but...

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

Reality is fabricated out of desire.

A photograph is just a little, teeny-weeny, small piece of life. I feel like I see so much more than what I can actually get.

You don't have to be a Christian to recognize that materialism does not match reality. Materialism is not true to universal human experience - what we all know about ourselves.

The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive.

This isn't a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don't happen.

Is the earth in our head? Or do we stand on the earth?

All this knowledge of the objective world is of no value in comparison to having a little glimpse of the inner sky and its beauty - its sunrises and sunsets, its days and nights, its blue sky and its stars. The outer then looks only a pale reflection of the inner. The inner becomes more real and the outer becomes just a shadow.

Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it's a miracle that we don't dissolve in our baths.

You shall find books and sermons everywhere, in the land and in the sea, in the earth and in the skies, and you shall learn from every living beast, and bird, and fish, and insect, and from every useful or useless plant that springs from the ground.