Slavoj Zizek Quotes

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

The beautiful is the experimental proof that the incarnation is possible.

I believe in holiness and sacredness in other people. It doesn't mean that the clouds part and I see God. That's a juvenile way of thinking about it.

Beauty is like a soul that hovers over the surface of form. Its presence is unmistakable in art or in life.

I am of opinion that there is nothing so beautiful but that there is something still more beautiful, of which this is the mere image and expression,--a something which can neither be perceived by the eyes, the ears, nor any of the senses; we comprehend it merely in the imagination.

In this sense love is of a different order to any other phenomenon, for it may be both an event and a sign of that invisible mechanism I spoke of before; perhaps the finest sign, the most certain. In it’s throes we need neither luck nor science. We are the wheel, and the man who profits by it. We are the star, and the darkness it pierces. We are the butterfly, brief and beautiful.

Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

Every now and then we enter the presence of the numinous and deduce for an instant how we're formed, in what detail the force that infuses every petal might specifically run through us, wishing only to lure us into our full potential.

I see God in every human being. When I wash the leper's wounds I feel I am nursing the Lord himself. Is it not a beautiful experience?

In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.

So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

True beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.

A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.

God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, 'Ah!

You’ll join me sooner than you know in a place with . . . no illusions, where the truth is the only architecture, the only color, the only sound--where that which we sense merely on occasion, and which takes us up and gives us the rare and beautiful glimpses of the things we truly love, flows in deep rivers and tumbles about like clouds in the sky.

Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?

Eyes raised toward heaven are always beautiful, whatever they be.

You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.

Everything that is seen and everything that is unseen is God.

God comes through all people, in the way that people experience themselves. The beautiful part about God is that God is trans-cultural, and tends to reveal himself through the experiential filters of all people to whom he is revealed.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman’s face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you’d been before.

Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.

Something deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.