Elena Brebner

Paintings drawings sculptures and pastels

 

"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For the man has closed himself up, til he sees all things through the narrow chinks of his cavern."
- William Blake

 

"Peace is joy resting; joy is peace dancing"

 

"We don't need to understand in order to create, but we have to create in order to understand"

 

"I went hunting wild,
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here"

- Wilfred Owen

"Not to be able to stop thinking is a terrible affliction, but so many people suffer from it that it is considered normal"
- Eckhart Tolle

"Spirituality is the flowering of a human life, not a supernatural virtue imposed upon it"

 

"Whatever we do will be insignificant, but it is very important that we do it"

 

LAST LINES
by: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)


No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life - that in me has rest,
As I - undying Life - have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as wither’d weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine Infinity;
So surely anchor’d on
The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou were left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou - Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.