Quotes About Transcendence

There was a thing called the soul and a thing called immortality.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

For now there is only the darkness expanding and deepening, deepening into light; there is only this final peace, this consciousness of being no more separate, this illumination . . .

All our actions must be directed, in the last analysis, to making ourselves passive in relation to the activity and the being of divine Reality. We are, as it were, aeolian harps, endowed with the power either to expose themselves to the wind of the Spirit or to shut themselves away from it.

When for whatever reason, men and women fail to transcend themselves by means of worship good works and spiritual exercises they are apt to resort to religion's chemical surrogates.

Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain.

Heaven is merely a vantage point from which the divine Ground can be more clearly seen than on the level of ordinary individualized existence.

How does he manifest himself now?" asked the Savage. "Well, he manifests himself as an absence; as though he weren't there at all.

En el mundo interior no hay en cambio ni trabajo ni monotonía. Lo visitamos únicamente en sueños o en la meditación, y su maravilla es tal que nunca encontramos el mismo mundo en dos sucesivas ocasiones. ¿Cómo puede extrañar entonces que los seres humanos, en su busca de lo divino, hayan preferido

Mortification has to be carried to the pitch of non-attachment or (in the phrase of St. Fran$ois de Sales) 'holy indifference'; otherwise it merely transfers self-will from one channel to another, not merely without decrease in the total volume of that self-will, but sometimes with an actual increase.

And what, we may ask, are these devout and well-behaved Peyotists experiencing? Not the mild sense of virtue which sustains the average Sunday churchgoer through ninety minutes of boredom.

When the phenomenal ego transcends itself, the essential Self is free to realize, in terms of a finite consciousness, the fact of its own eternity, together with the correlative fact that every particular in the world of experience partakes of the timeless and the infinite. This is liberation, this is enlightenment, this is the beatific vision, in which all things are perceived as they are "in themselves" and not in relation to a craving and abhorring ego.

In other words, the highest form of the love of God is an immediate spiritual intuition, by which 'knower, known and knowledge are made one.

La mayoría de los hombres y las mujeres llevan vidas tan pobres y limitadas en el mejor, que el afán de escapar, el ansia de trascender de sí mismo aunque sólo sea por breves momentos es, y ha sido siempre, uno de los principales apetitos del alma

La mayoría de los hombres y las mujeres llevan vidas tan penosas en el peor de los casos y tan monótonas, pobres y limitadas en el mejor, que el afán de escapar, el ansia de trascender de sí mismo aunque sólo sea por breves momentos es, y ha sido siempre, uno de los principales apetitos del alma.

Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of

El afán de trascender del autoconsciente es, como he dicho, un principal apetito del alma.

I drink to my annihilation.

One of the first things that Homo Sapiens did with his newly developed rationality and self-consciousness was to set them to work finding out ways to by-pass analytical thinking and to transcend or, in extreme cases, temporarily obliterate, the isolating awareness of the self.

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

This is the Night wherein I'm lost, the Love through which I am no longer

Beauty is itself so unattainable that it escapes altogether; and the true artist, like the true Mystic, can never rest

Verily, love is death, and death is life to come.

e se non c'era profondo mare a prendersela con sé. Sterminato giardino di morti, senza croci né confini. Scivolò via come un'onda, solo più bella delle altre