Quotes About Transcendence

to wit, I was sensing the eternal in the ephemeral.

None of it was real; nothing was real. Everything was real; inconceivably real, infinitely dear. These and all things started as nothing, latent within a vast energy-broth, but then we named them, and loved them, and, in this way, brought them forth. And now must lose them. I

Schopenhauer asegura que cuando nuestro universo se extinga, la música permanecerá. Para

Be sure that head and heart were laid In wisdom down, content to die. Be sure he faced the Starless Sky Unduped, unmurmuring, unafraid. ("The Passing of Bierce")

Or sit they girt by laws unknown Whereto the senses serve as bars – With fire of unrecorded stars That light a heaven not our own? ("The Testimony of the Suns")

Recognizing and confronting our history is important. Transcending our history is essential. We are not limited by what we have done, or what we have left undone. We are limited only by what we are willing to do.

I imagine myself covered with blood, broken but transfigured and in agreement with the world, both as prey and as a jaw of time, which ceaselessly kills and is ceaselessly killed.

Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.

I felt as if I were living only in order to be more aware that I was dead.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

Deneyin bizi al?p götürdüÄŸü yere götürmesini istedim.

Anguish is what makes humankind, it seems; not anguish alone, but anguish transcended and the act of transcending it.

Poetry removes one from the night and the day at the same time. It can neither bring into question nor bring into action this world that bids me.

You are alone. You learn how to walk like a man alone. To stroll, to dawdle. To see without looking, to look without seeing. You learn the art of transparency, immobility, inexistence.You learn how to be a shadow and how to look at men as if they were stones.

The beauty of sorrow is superior to the beauty of life.

He now understood deathbed dramas. Everybody thinks about death. But only one person thinks about it for himself. The others know that in the morning the sun will come through the blinds and their coffee will be served. From The Reckoning

We are all working for the immortality of the human consciousness.

Great works of music speak to us from another realm even though they speak to us in ordinary physical sounds.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.

Our feet are planted in the real world, but we dance with angels and ghosts.

Knowledge born of the finest discrimination takes us to the farthest shore. It is intuitive, omniscient, and beyond all divisions of time and space.

Our reality is narrow, confined, and fleeting. Whatever we think is important right now, in our mundane lives, will no longer be important against a grander sense of time and space.

Dead people never seem to address the obvious - the things you'd think they'd be bursting to talk about, and the things all of us not-yet-dead are madly curious about. Such as: 'Hey, where are you now? What do you do all day? What's it feel like being dead? Can you see me? Even when I'm on the toilet? Would you cut that out?'

You can't quite catch sight of yourself as you go about your life, that's all. Your body doesn't contain its spirit, just as the mirror has relinquished your portrait. You are elsewhere