Sam Keen Quotes

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

Right now the whole world seems to be going through a dark night of the soul.

To heal the wound, you have to go into the dark night of the soul.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

It's something that I had been pushing down my whole life. The search for meaning, I guess, the whispering of the soul.

Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

The dark night of the soul is when you have lost the flavor of life but have not yet gained the fullness of divinity. So it is that we must weather that dark time, the period of transformation when what is familiar has been taken away and the new richness is not yet ours.

Perhaps, the answer is that my ravaged mind rails against the idea of God, but something deeper in me calls out as if God might answer. 'There are not foxholes,' I guess, and depression is the deepest and deadliest foxhole I've been in. It may be the 'dark night of the soul' that the mystics talk about but in depression it is not so much that one becomes lost in the dark as one becomes the dark.

Some form of suffering often brings about a readiness. One can say it cracks open the shell of the egoic mind with which many people identify as "me." Life cracks open that shell, and once that crack is there, then we are reached more easily by spiritual teaching.

Sometimes you can't see your way out. The "dark night of the soul" - it's a reality for many, many people.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

The point is to strip down, get protestant, then even more naked. Walk over scorched bricks to find your own soul. Your heart a searching dog in the rubble.

Emotional turmoil can be a powerful catalyst to reconnect us with our divine nature. It propels us into a journey of self discovery and urges us to learn how to love and accept our entire being.

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

Life is finding yourself. It is a spirit development.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

Even a monotonously undeviating path of self-examination does not necessarily lead to self-knowledge. I stumble towards my grave confused and hurt and hungry.

It is only in the depths of crisis and despair that the fear of losing one's personality breeds millennial hopes of rescue: otherwise, complacency prevails.

I no longer know the author of this book, for simply stopping long enough and writing it down was where I changed from a boy with his eyes squeezed shut to a man with his eyes wide open so that the sunlight might reach my heart despite all that darkness.