Quotes About Transcendence

When one gets up there, out of sight of all culture, of all vegetation, of everything that reminds one of the avarice and stupidity of men, one feels inclined to shout, to sing, to laugh, to cry, to fly, to dive head foremost into the sky, or to fall on one's knees.

Cea mai m?runt? clip? de via?? e mai tare ca moartea ?i o neag?.

I am the soul in limbo.

Lester wanted to rise up out of this like a cloud, to drift over the valley and shore to the Pacific, to dissolve into its huge green expanse like rain.

Unable to transcend ego, to be naked inside and out, or being left alone because passion is burnt out and when it is burnt out it is over in an instant, the men use violence - capture, murder, violent revenge. Alienated because of their self-absorption, their thoughts of women are saturated with violence; they dream of violence when they think of the woman they want.

Music miraculously penetrates your very soul.

I feel restricted, my soul is restricted inside me, I need another living space.

is at the same time the highest and holiest

To know how to speak to God is more than knowing how to speak to man. Not

Why is it so impossible to believe: that we are as many headed as monsters, as many armed as gods, as many hearted as angels?

THERE ALMOST HAS to be a heaven, so there can be a place where all things meet. Where time folds in, a lifted tablecloth after the meal, and gathers all the scattered crumbs of life.

THERE ALMOST HAS to be a heaven. If other worlds surround us, just a lightning bolt away, then what would stop us from slipping there? If love has left us, well, then there is a world where it has not. If death has come, then there is a world where it has been kept at bay.

The sun is slowly dying, the spiral arm spreading, the molecules drifting apart second by second towards our inevitable heat death- shouldn't we all wail to the stars?

He plays, and she dfrits along the curvature of the earth. He plays, and her body is flooded with gratitude. He plays, and she understands that the end us coming. When he stops, she can't speak. Words will break the trance, will sound trivial and tried. She'd have to wish him good luck, and he'd return the phrase. Perhaps he'd tell her that he would write to her. And everything they had just experienced would be punctuated by the commonplace. When he walks by her, he holds out his hand.

We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we grew up and the times we spent together, but they aren't us. If we think they are, then we're lost, because times end and places are lost. We aren't any place or any time . . . We are everywhere.

I think the true ascent of man, the moment when humans divided irrevobably from apes and other fellow creatures, occurred with the birth of the first distinct soul. And much happiness ensued.

What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own and others' refracted through hundreds of bodies over time.

The angels come to visit us,          and we only know them   when they are gone.     ââ'¬â€George Eliot

To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Aesthetic experiences are still, more than likely, internal excitations of the brain, as we see from the fact that ingesting recreational drugs can bring on even more intense experiences of transcendence. And the particular triggers for natural aesthetic experiences are readily explicable from the evolutionary pressures that have shaped the perceptual systems of human beings

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It soon grew to a blissful stillness that silenced my thoughts. In an instant, the sense of being a separate self—an "I" or a "me"—vanished.

How gloomy would be these mansions of the dead to him who did not know that he shall never die; that what now acts shall continue its agency, and what now thinks shall think on for ever. Those that lie here stretched before us, the wise and the powerful of ancient times, warn us to remember the shortness of our present state; they were, perhaps, snatched away while they were busy, like us, in the choice of life.

But I do not doubt that it is beneficial sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as in a picture, the image of a grander and better world; for if the mind grows used to the trivia of daily life, it may dwindle too much and decline altogether into worthless thoughts.