Quotes About Transcendence

Awareness of approach to death can be a beautiful thing, a frame into which we can put the work of art that is our life, our personal masterpiece.

Things are so beautiful and wonderful, you feel there must be another life where you will see more - hear more - and know more. All of it cannot die.

I am not from here, my hair smells of the wind and is full of constellations and I move about this world with a healthy disbelief and approach my days and my work with vaporous consequence a touch that is translucent but can violate stone.

The truth comes only at the moment of dying.

The point is that all of life is "pointless"—vanity or emptiness—unless something else is involved that transcends the pointlessness.

I am heaven.

My soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.

I believe in the principle declared at Nuremberg in 1945: Individuals have international duties which transcend the national obligations of obedience.

'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

The devil doesn´t exit. That´s what I´d tell them if they asked me. The humanly human exists...the transit.

I wish for all of you that you remain as unfinished as the shoreline along the beach and that you continue to transcend yourselves again and again.

God is indeed everywhere in everything at all times—in the abstruse as well as the luminous, whether we ourselves can see the hand of God in this moment or not.

Van egy hely túl életen és halálon, Ahol az égen nincs felhÅ', és a folyók vize tiszta. Emlékezz rám, és ott rád találok.

Why climb a mountain? Look! a mountain there. I don't climb mountain. Mountain climbs me. Mountain is myself. I climb on myself. There is no mountain nor myself. Something moves up and down in the air. Nanao Sakaki

Everything comes out of smoke and mist and nothingness, a mystical happening…

You may discover that when there is no resistance to totally being in hell, heaven opens up and samsara reveals its true nature as nirvana.

How complete, whole, undivided seeing comes about is a mystery. Any formulation or method we invent will eventually get in our way. It's as if everything we learn must be instantly left behind.

Self is that which dies... Spirit is that which lives... forever.

How am I to put this together with my human life, my intellectual life, my solitude, my transcendence, my brains, and my fearful, fearful ambition?

sense the enormous beauty that lay on the far side of those walls.

This stretching of self beyond stretchable boundaries, this glory of being where few have stood, of listening and seeing, of feeling the sun and the rock, somehow matters very much. The exhilaration is worth every bit of the discomfort and duress. I have pushed through discomfort to another level of being. I love being here, shot through with sunlight, incandescing it outward as I receive it inward. I feel an outer glory like an aura or a nimbus

No sadness, my soul's no more of this world.

You're the sinner, seeing the heavenly, Sweetest dream, before passing away…