Quotes About Transcendence

Then the gods realized they must create substitutes for themselves: men. But how? For them to be truly alive, a god must die.

With every passing year, as the end of my own life draws nearer, there seems to be an ever-shrinking distance between the utterly mundane and the gloriously transcendent. Even my neighborhood at dawn is a burning bush.

There's more to life than what you can see. You were born to this world, but you're meant for another.

Ceremony focuses attention so that attention becomes intention. If you stand together and profess a thing before your community, it holds you accountable. Ceremonies transcend the boundaries of the individual and resonate beyond the human realm. These acts of reverence are powerfully pragmatic. These are ceremonies that magnify life.

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Ceremonies transcend the boundaries of the individual and resonate beyond the human realm. These acts of reverence are powerfully pragmatic. These are ceremonies that magnify life.

The beauty of things was born before eyes and sufficient to itself; the heartbreaking beauty Will remain when there is no heart to break for it.

No one but death the redeemer will humble that head.

There was no ball of smoking incense, no cup of magic wine, and none of the other equipment essential to talk to God.

In my sleepwalking years, I learned the existence of another dimension. I do not inhabit it any longer. But somehow, it continues to inhabit me.

I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do! There was never any containing a song like that, keeping it. It went off and out, speeding out of earshot or imagining or any reach at all, like a rocket invented in sleep.

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.

As Delphine watched, into her head there popped a strange notion: the idea that perhaps strongly experienced moments, as when Eva turned and the sun met her hair and for that one instant the symbol blazed out, those particular moments were eternal. Those moments actually went somewhere. Into a file of moments that existed out of time's range and could not be pilfered by God.

He said that while Clemence adored the sacrament, he meditated on how it could be possible that humans had evolved out of apes only to sit gaping at a round white cracker.

don't know why it is given to us to be so mortal and to feel so much. It is a cruel trick, and glorious.

Upon walking into Eva's kitchen, something profound happened to Delphine. She experienced a fabulous expansion of being. Light-headed, she felt a swooping sensation and then a quiet, as though she'd settled like a bird.

How close the dead are. One song away from the living.

Cuando morimos nos llevamos un pedazo del mundo.

La realidad tiende a manifestarse así, insensata, inconcebible y paradójica, de manera que a menudo de lo grosero nace lo sublime; del horror, la belleza, y de lo trascendental, la idiotez más completa.

Si el onanismo no nos es suficiente es porque el sexo es otra cosa. Es salir de ti mismo. Es detener el tiempo. El sexo es un acto sobrehumano: la única ocasión en la que vencemos a la muerte. Fundidos con el otro y con el Todo, somos por un instante eternos e infinitos, polvo de estrellas y pata de cangrejo, magma incandescente y grano de azúcar. El cielo, si es que existe, sólo puede ser eso.

A veces me embarga la intuición de la profundidad, de que somos más que el mero momento que vivimos y que la carne efímera.

Qué puede haber más tópico y ramplón que ese afán de ser y no morir? No ha debido de existir ni un solo ser humano, desde el principio de los tiempos, que no haya experimentado alguna vez ese espejismo de hermosura, esa necesidad de permanencia. Hasta los idiotas tienen inquietudes trascendentes y aspiran alguna vez a la eternidad. La metafísica es la más común de las bajas pasiones.

La pena es pura y es sagrada.

Cando penso que te fuches, Negra sombra que me asombras, Ó pé dos meus cabezales Tornas, facéndome mofa. Cando maxino que es ida, No mesmo sol te me amostras, I eres a estrela que brila, I eres o vento que zoa. Si cantan, es ti que cantas, Si choran, es ti que choras, I es o marmurio do río I es a noite i es a aurora. En todo estás e ti es todo, Pra min i en min mesma moras, Nin me abandonarás nunca, Sombra que sempre me asombras.