Inner Movement Quotes

Remember the movements that don't look like moving.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, But don't move the way fear makes you move.

‎The way you understand and investigate time is by moving inward, into metabolism. The human body is a knot in time.

... the movements of the body reveal the movements of the soul.

Desire means the way to go out; desire is the path that leads you out. If your mind is still desiring, you cannot move within.

We must go beyond the intellect and find recourse in pure intelligence, which is spirit and movement.

Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.

Music should be something that makes you gotta move, inside or outside.

Descriptions of inner, spiritual processes are much more liable to misunderstanding than descriptions of events in the physical world. Such misunderstandings arise easily because the life of the soul is in constant movement and because we fail to bear in mind that the life of the soul is very different from life in the physical world.

Living is not this tawdry, mediocre, disciplined thing which we call our existence. Living is something entirely different; it is abundantly rich, timelessly changing, and as long as we don't understand that eternal movement, our lives are bound to have very little meaning.

Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch. Faith is waiting.

Sometimes, when we're very, very still, we're more aware of movement than when we make a lot of movement outwardly.

The sacred is discovered in what moves and touches us, in what makes us tremble.

My ambition is not only to chronicle but to interpret and reveal the movement of the mind and unfold the sources of India in the profound plane of human nature.

A frozen river is not a dry one, it's just a still river on the surface but is still moving, and so am my winter writing.

I am a spectator, so to speak, of the molecular whirlwind which men call individual life; I am conscious of an incessant metamorphosis, an irresistible movement of existence, which is going on within me - and this phenomenology of myself serves as a window opened upon the mystery of the world.