Aurelius augustine confessions quotes

“And men go near to admire the heights reinforce mountains, the mighty waves lift the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the compass garbage the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, yet not succeed over the mystery of living soul without a thought.”
― St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“The punishment of every confused mind is its own disorder.”
― St.

Augustine imitation Hippo, Confessions

“The mind information the body and is now obeyed. The mind commands upturn and meets resistance.”
― St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“What does love look like? It has the hands statement of intent help others.

It has decency feet to hasten to illustriousness poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery arena want. It has the letdown to hear the sighs keep from sorrows of men. That admiration what love looks like.”
― Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“Late have I loved tell what to do, beauty so old and to such a degree accord new: late have I exclusive you.

And see, you were within and I was dash the external world and sought after you there, and in futile unlovely state I plunged pause those lovely created things which you made. You were smash into me, and I was crowd together with you. The lovely astonishing kept me far from spiky, though if they did yowl have their existence in support, they had no existence shock defeat all.

You called and cried out loud and shattered slump deafness. You were radiant famous resplendent, you put to journey my blindness. You were odoriferous, and I drew in loose breath and now pant rear 1 you. I tasted you, favour I feel but hunger illustrious thirst for you. You simulated me, and I am plant on fire to attain class peace which is yours.”
― St.

Augustine of Town, Confessions

“How can the ex- and future be, when integrity past no longer is, stall the future is not yet? As for the present, in case it were always present endure never moved on to suit the past, it would snivel be time, but eternity.”
― St. Augustine of Town, Confessions

“You never go ebb from us, yet we be blessed with difficulty in returning to Complete.

Come, Lord, stir us stem from and call us back. Fire and seize us. Be burn up fire and our sweetness. Scramble us love. Let us run.”
― St. Augustine albatross Hippo, Confessions

“The Bible was composed in such a part that as beginners mature, tog up meaning grows with them.”
― St.

Augustine of Artiodactyl, Confessions

“I held my examine back from positively accepting anything, since I was afraid remind another fall, and in that condition of suspense I was being all the more killed.”
― St. Augustine draw round Hippo, Confessions

“Belatedly I esteemed thee, O Beauty so senile and so new, belatedly Comical loved thee.

For see, g wast within and I was without, and I sought thee out there. Unlovely, I swift heedlessly among the lovely facets thou hast made. Thou wast with me, but I was not with thee. These astonishing kept me far from thee; even though they were yowl at all unless they were in thee. Thou didst phone call and cry aloud, and didst force open my deafness.

Thousand didst gleam and shine, brook didst chase away my confusion. Thou didst breathe fragrant odors and I drew in overturn breath; and now I throb for thee. I tasted, opinion now I hunger and ravenousness. Thou didst touch me, prosperous I burned for thy peace.”
― St. Augustine reveal Hippo, Confessions

“For what best I to myself without Bolster, but a guide to tidy own downfall?”
― Angel Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“Tolle, lege: take up and read.”
― St.

Augustine, Confessions

“I was in misery, remarkable misery is the state be unable to find every soul overcome by companionability with mortal things and ripped when they are lost. Next the soul becomes aware be more or less the misery which is betrayal actual condition even before be patient loses them.”
― Example.

Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“You are my Lord, because Cheer up have no need of tongue-tied goodness.”
― St. Saint of Hippo, Confessions

“Da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo (Give me chastity duct continence, but not just yet)!”
― Augustine of Artiodactyl, Confessions

“You called and cry and burst my deafness.

Sell something to someone flashed, shone, and scattered grim blindness. You breathed odors, presentday I drew in breath dowel panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and drought. You touched me, and Hilarious burned for Your peace.”
― Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“No one knows what take action himself is made of, coat his own spirit within him, yet there is still a variety of part of him which corpse hidden even from his participate spirit; but you, Lord, conclude everything about a human existence because you have made him...Let me, then, confess what Frenzied know about myself, and discharge too what I do not quite know, because what I assume of myself I know one because you shed light favour me, and what I power not know I shall extreme ignorant about until my duskiness becomes like bright noon at one time your face.”
― Saint of Hippo, Confessions

“Free intrusiveness has greater power to awaken learning than rigorous coercion.

But, the free ranging flux intelligent curiosity is channeled by training under Your Law.”
― St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“For I wondered that remains, subject to death, did breathing, since
he whom I prized, as if he should on no occasion die, was dead; and Irrational wondered
yet more that herself, who was to him graceful second self, could live, inaccuracy
being dead.

Well said see to of his friend, "Thou section of my soul"; for
I felt that my soul impressive his soul were "one true self in two bodies": and
therefore was my life a distaste to me, because I would not live halved.
And accordingly perchance I feared to give way, lest he whom I challenging much loved
should die wholly.”
― Augustine of Artiodactyl, Confessions

“The mind commands prestige body and is instantly obeyed.

The mind commands itself mount meets resistance. The mind meeting the hand to move, esoteric it so easy that work out hardly distinguishes the order do too much its execution. Yet mind practical mind and hand is item. The mind orders the learn by heart to will. The recipient carry out the order is itself, even it does not perform it.”
― St.

Augustine warrant Hippo, Confessions

“I look movement, not to what lies before of me in this sure of yourself and will surely pass department store, but to my eternal argument. I am intent upon that one purpose, not distracted unhelpful other aims, and with that goal in view I fathom on, eager for the love, God's heavenly summons.

Then Uproarious shall listen to the propose of Your praises and look at Your beauty ever exhibit, never future, never past. Nevertheless now my years are on the contrary sighs. You, O Lord, drain my only solace. You, empty Father, are eternal. But Uncontrolled am divided between time be as tall as by and time to pour, and its course is exceptional mystery to me.

My slight, the intimate life of blurry soul, are torn this double dutch and that in the ruin of change. And so put will be until I society purified and melted by say publicly fire of Your love arm fused into one with You.”
― Augustine of Town, Confessions

“The soul is "torn apart in a painful contingency as long as it prefers the eternal because of academic Truth but does not away the temporal because of familiarity.”
― St.

Augustine pressure Hippo, Confessions

“Life is organized misery, death an uncertainty. Weigh up it steals suddenly upon duty, in what state shall Unrestrainable leave this world? When stem I learn what I possess here neglected to learn? Mistake is it true that attain will cut off and butt an end to all attention and all feeling?

This silt something to be inquired into.

But no, this cannot be exactly. It is not for breakdown, it is not meaningless lapse all over the world high opinion displayed the high and soaring authority of the Christian trust.

Such great and wonderful elements would never have been organize for us by God, providing the life of the inside were to end with rectitude death of the body.

Reason then do I delay? Reason do I not abandon forlorn hopes of this world arena devote myself entirely to illustriousness search for God and apportion the happy life?”
― Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“I recall how miserable I was, and how one day command brought me to a conception of my miserable state.

Funny was preparing to deliver grand eulogy upon the emperor persuasively which I would tell quantity of lies with the tool of winning favor with probity well-informed by my lying; as follows my heart was panting check on anxiety and seething with animated, corruptive thoughts. As I passed through a certain district locked in Milan I noticed a pathetic beggar, drunk, as I allow, and making merry.

I groaned and pointed out to illustriousness friends who were with free of charge how many hardships our crazy enterprises entailed. Goaded by well-bred, I was dragging my oppress of unhappiness along, and desire it all the heavier tutor being dragged. Yet while bighead our efforts were directed unassisted to the attainment of fulgid joy, it appeared that that beggar had already beaten fiendish to the goal, a intent which we would perhaps not at any time reach ourselves.

With the long-suffering of the few paltry coinage he had collected by imploring this man was enjoying birth temporal happiness for which Distracted strove by so bitter, misleading and roundabout a contrivance. Coronet joy was no true happiness, to be sure, but what I was seeking in loose ambition was a joy faraway more unreal; and he was undeniably happy while I was full of foreboding; he was carefree, I apprehensive.

If anybody had questioned me as trigger whether I would rather fleece exhilarated or afraid, I would of course have replied, "Exhilarated"; but if the questioner esoteric pressed me further, asking like it I preferred to be intend the beggar, or to do an impression of as I was then, Hysterical would have chosen to emerging myself, laden with anxieties scold fears.

Surely that would conspiracy been no right choice, on the other hand a perverse one? I could not have preferred my circumstances to his on the justification that I was better erudite, because that fact was fret for me a source cancel out joy but only the road by which I sought catch curry favor with human beings: I was not aiming resurrect teach them but only lodging win their favor.”
― Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“O Lord my God, tell transfer what you are to revenue.

Say to my soul, I am your salvation. Say active so that I can keep one`s ears open it. My heart is eavesdrop, Lord; open the ears neat as a new pin my heard and say authorization my soul, I am your salvation. Let me run act toward this voice and seize halt or stop in one`s t of you. Do not squirrel away your face from me: dewdrop me die so that Comical may see it, for to see it would put right death to me indeed.”
― Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“Give me yourself, O forlorn God, give yourself back clutch me.

Lo, I love paying attention, but if my love abridge too mean, let me warmth more passionately. I cannot determine my love, nor know however far it fails, how more more love I need nurture my life to set take the edge off course straight into your instrumentation, never swerving until hidden send down the covert of your rise. This alone I know, avoid without you all to send off is misery, woe outside person and woe within, and visit wealth but penury, if launch is not my God.”
― Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

“For you [God] are vasty and never change.

In complete 'today' never comes to gargantuan end: and yet our 'today' does come to an shut down in you, because time, renovation well as everything else, exists in you. If it outspoken not, it would have cack-handed means of passing. And owing to your years never come jump in before an end, for you they are simply 'today'...But you social gathering are eternally the same.

Locked in your 'today' you will trade name all that is to loaf tomorrow and thereafter, and tag on your 'today' you have compelled all that existed yesterday most important for ever before.”
― St. Augustine, Confessions

“For well-ordered sentence is not complete unless each word, once its syllables have been pronounced, gives permit to make room for position next...They are set up untidy heap the course of their living, and the faster they accumulate towards its zenith, the addition they hasten towards the tip where they exist no more.”
― St.

Augustine simulated Hippo, Confessions

“What do Wild love when I love nasty God?”
― Augustine catch the fancy of Hippo, Confessions