Some quotes on Self-knowledge
Some quotes on self-knowledge.
Much thanks to Fr. John Bethancourt for introducing me to Derek Walcott.
St Isaac of Syria
He who senses his sins,
is greater than he who raises the dead
with his prayer.
He who groans one hour for his soul, is greater
than he who benefits the whole world.
He who is made worthy to see himself, is greater
than he who is made worthy to see angels.
To him who knows himself,
is given the knowledge of all things.
For the knowledge of ourselves is the fullness
of knowledge of all things.
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
St. Macarius on the heart
The heart itself is but a small vessel, yet dragons are there, and there are also lions; there are poisonous beasts and all the treasures of evil. But there too is God, the angels, the life and the kingdom, the light and the apostles, the heavenly cities and the treasuries of grace—all things are there.
St Isaac of Syria
He who senses his sins,is greater than he who raises the dead
with his prayer.
He who groans one hour for his soul, is greater
than he who benefits the whole world.
He who is made worthy to see himself, is greater
than he who is made worthy to see angels.
To him who knows himself,
is given the knowledge of all things.
For the knowledge of ourselves is the fullness
of knowledge of all things.
Love After Love
Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
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