Quotes About Transcendent

In great moments life seems neither right nor wrong, but something greater: it seems inevitable.

Ah, dreams which even thoughts must not touch - so wonderful and sacred they were.

I consider myself somewhat spiritual, but not practicing.

I'm everywhere; I'm just a soul that's floating around here on earth.

You are so beautiful, like water droplet.When I'm looking on water, inside the glass, I see nothing unusual, but when I look on water droplet, I see, how beautiful She is.

Love is beyond the physical.

The kingdom of God is omnipresence. It is absolute, changeless. It is within, but it is also everywhere. It is God transcendent.

I know by experience that Jesus Christ is a very powerful spirit - I know by experience that he is probably the most powerful spirit in the universe. I know by experience he is not a mere human being. He is something beyond that.

not of this world

these words fit best my sense of a Higher Power: a vast, subtle energy pervading all things—a Great Spirit.

Because their personal comfort is their reality, the calamity that interrupts it is a transcendent force: the devil.

We can say the word "metaphysical," meaning that which exists outside of the physical, but we cannot comprehend the metaphysical.

Souls are made of dawn-stuff and starshine.

I'm trying to get at something a little transcendent between humans. But at the same time, there's all that baggage: What's beautiful about humans is what's balanced by what's kind of ugly and petty and depressing.

Art is spiritual.

At the core, we're all spiritual beings.

I'm a spiritual person.

Never f*!k with the ineffable.

If one must have faith in order to believe in something, then the likelihood of that something having any truth or value is considerably diminished. The harder work of inquiry, proof, and demonstration is infinitely more rewarding and has confronted us with findings far more miraculous and transcendent than any theology.

Under the homeliest of features, there was something angelic.

The bottom line is in Heaven.

Everyone cried when the creature first spoke to them. No, not cried. They wept. They wept like the cavemen of Lascaux suddenly transported into the Sistine Chapel just in time for a live performance of Phantom of the Opera as sung by Tolkien's elves.

There is no one like God. He is the greatest. He is so good and so glorious.

Every one who has a heart, however ignorant of architecture he may be, feels the transcendent beauty and poetry of the mediaeval churches.