Quotes About Transcendence

I don't know how to make peace with things, were each moment to tear itself away from time to give me a kiss.

It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.

For the dead, who seem to take away so much, really take with them nothing that is ours.

Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.

You, who have just crossed the Roof of the World, will not want to hear an account of the little hills that I saw — low, colorless hills. But to me they were living and the turf that covered them was a skin, under which their muscles rippled, and I felt that those hills had called with incalculable force to men in the past, and that men had loved them. Now they sleep — perhaps for ever. They commune with humanity in dreams.

At such moments the soul retires within, to float upon the bosom of a deeper stream, and has communion with the dead, and sees the world's glory not diminished, but different in kind to what she has supposed.

My conviction," says the mystic, "gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it," and they had agreed that there was something beyond life's daily grey.

He felt that nonsense and beauty have close connections,—closer connections than Art will allow,—and that both would remain when his own heaviness and his own ugliness had perished.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

You grow to heaven. You don't go to heaven.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

Creí entender que lo que a veces nos conmueve del dolor ajeno es el temor atávico que ese dolor nos transite a nosotros.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

There is no one who can return from there,To describe their nature, to describe their dissolution,That he may still our desires,Until we reach the place where they have gone.

The things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.

His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow.

His feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.

Sweet little flower of heavenly birth You were too fair to bloom on earth.

The spirits of just men made perfect.

Through meditation, the Higher Self is seen.

Deep calleth unto deep.

As it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.