Quotes About Transcendence

Sleep is fusion with God, Nirvana, however it be called.

If I was reincarnated, it was without myself, without my I.

The Gods are the incarnation of what we can never be. The weariness of all hypotheses …

I'M HELD by nothing, I hold on to nothing, I belong to nothing.

Who knows for what supreme forces – gods or demons of Truth in whose shadow we roam – I may be nothing but a shiny fly that alights in front of them for a moment or two? A facile hypothesis? Trite observation? Philosophy with no real thought? Maybe. But I didn't think: I felt. It was carnally, directly, with profound and dark horror that I made this ludicrous comparison.

Quando eu abandonar o meu ser como uma cadeira donde me levanto Deixar atrás o mundo como a um quarto donde saio, Abandonar toda esta forma, de sentidos e pensamento, de sentir as coisas, Como uma capa que me prenda, Quando de vez minha alma chegar à superfície da minha pele E dispersar o meu ser pelo universo exterior, Seja com alegria que eu reconheça que a Morte Vem como um sol distante na antemanhã do meu novo ser.

We are eternal travelers of ourselves, and the only landscape that exists is what we are. We possess nothing, because we do not even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hands will I reach out to what universe? The universe is not mine: it is me.

The value of art is that it takes us away from here.

To be that with a certain knowledge, neither happy nor sad, but thankful to the sun for its brilliance and to the stars for their remoteness. To be nothing more, to have nothing more, to desire nothing further... The music of the starving beggar, the song of the blind man, the relic of the unknown vagabond, the hoof-prints in the desert of an unladen camel without a point of arrival".

Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.

The world was made for the dead. Think of all the dead there are...There's a million times more dead than living and the dead are dead a million times longer than the living are alive...

He saw that for the rest of his days, frail, racked, but enduring, he would live in the face of a purifying terror. A feeble cry, a last impossible protest escaped him. But the Holy Ghost, emblazoned in ice instead of fire, continued, implacable, to descend.

Haze stood for a few minutes, looking over at the scene. His face seemed to reflect the entire distance across the clearing and on beyond, the entire distance that extended from his eyes to blank gray sky that went on, depth after depth, into space.

The body, lady, is like a house: it don't go anywhere; but the spirit, lady, is like a automobile: always on the move, always...

In other words, the new understanding imparted by the Bible comes from a source lying beyond our ability to frame questions.

The process of communication with the afterlife - more of an exchange than a conversation - has always fascinated me.

We feel and know that we are eternal.

What finally is beauty? Certainly nothing that can be calculated or measured. It is always something imponderable, something that lies between things.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

In ancient, prehistoric times, the temples of the spirit were outwardly visible, but today, when our life has become so unspiritual, they no longer exist where we can see them with our physical eyes. Yet spiritually they are still present everywhere, and whoever seeks can find them.

Just what future the Designer of the universe has provided for the souls of men I do not know, I cannot prove. But I find that the whole order of Nature confirms my confidence that, if it is not like our noblest hopes and dreams, it will transcend them.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

We take people to the threshold of religion. Our aim is to induce immediate experience that is beyond the odd, beyond the strange, and beyond the weird. It verges on the wholly other.

The way you become divine is to become wholly human.