Quotes About Transcendence

What is God?—I cannot see Him or hear Him.—God is only an idea." '"God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness—and Love;

And then I saw the eternal stars twinkling down upon me; I knew their God was mine.

I learned that God was an equal opportunity employer—that it was possible to experience the divine anywhere you were, anywhere you could see the sun and moon rise or set, or burn through the fog.

When we are stunned to the place beyond words, we're finally starting to get somewhere. It is so much more comfortable to think that we know what it all means, what to expect and how it all hangs together. When we are stunned to the place beyond words, when an aspect of life takes us away from being able to chip away at something until it's down to a manageable size and then to file it nicely away, when all we can say in response is "Wow," that's a prayer.

Whether it's Mt. Sinai, a pasture, a library, the creek down the road, a liveness, or whatever you want to call it, the song is above us, around us, within us. We transcend the incessant and wearying yammer of bullshit. Transcendence means you go from judgement, separation from life in yourself, to feeling at one-ish with the universe. We hook into something bigger than we are - truer than the self-serving stories we make up about life and ourselves.

Transcendence means you go from judgment, separation from life and yourself, to feeling at one-ish with the universe. We hook into something bigger than we are, truer than the self-serving stories we make up about life and ourselves.

Whether it's Mount Sinai, a pasture, a library, the creek down the road, aliveness (or whatever you want to call it) the song is above us, around us, within us. We transcend the incessant and wearying yammer of bullshit. Transcendence means you go from judgment, separation from life and yourself, to feeling at one-ish with the universe. We hook into something bigger than we are, truer than the self-serving stories we make up about life and ourselves.

Dying people can teach us this most directly. Often the attributes that define them drop away—the hair, the shape, the skills, the cleverness. And then it turns out that the packaging is not who that person has really been all along. Without the package, another sort of beauty shines through.

It stops and gasps at beauty and is bathed in it. And sometimes it begins to weep.

the rain that held the light that fell, the rain that fell, the light that held

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you." - Daniel

But what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

If I could, I'd deliver you from old age and death, from aches and pains, from the blandishments of ghosts, from the torment of your familiar, Goblin. I'd deliver you from heat and cold and from the arid dullness of the noonday sub. I'd deliver you into the placid light of the moon and into the domain of the Milky Way forever.

The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. I feel a great surge of energy when I acknowledge that there is a world beyond this one.

In your love for one another, I heard the echo of Heaven.

Why do we weep when we see something beautiful? Why are we weakened by beauty? Why does it break our hearts?

Maybe those who rose into the Light simply died, and the universe beyond this world was silent.

The great adventure of our lives. What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world? And what is 'the end of the world' except a phrase, because who knows even what is the world itself?

The world was one thing, but all people are not of it. Some are better than it, apart from it, more splendid, untouchable and pure.

My Master's face was rapt and beautiful, a white flame against the wavering golden light of countless candles. He stood over me.

There are many worlds in the 'Realm of Worlds' where the ascendant beings are not male or female.

Your body's dying...pay no attention

All that is magical and divine in me is bounded by the human and always was.