Quotes About Transcendence

There is no death to those who perfectly love-only disappearance, which in time may be borne.

When I write a book, I hope to be beyond mortal by the time I'm finished.

A photograph for me does not have a sense of spiritual seduction, it does not have an essence, that this is something that permeates and which is eternal through time.

Time: the Ever-flowing pen of God.

We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow

Parsifal is on his way to the temple of the Grail Knights and says: "I hardly move, yet far I seem to have come", and the all-knowing Gurnemanz replies: "You see, my son, time turns here into space

We create eternity out of crumbs of time.

Time is more than life, it is afterlife.

Be not entangled in this world of days and nights Thou hast another time and space as well.

I want to abolish time, especially in the contemplation of architecture.

I realised I'd spent a lot of time in my poetry trying to find a way of talking about that whereof we cannot speak.

Music is a way to dream together and go to another dimension.

The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

It was then that she experienced an instant of unprecedented clarity, a moment of wholly unanticipated certainty that God was real. The sensation fled almost as quickly as it came but left in its wake the conviction that Emilio was right, that they were meant to be here, doing this impossible thing.

When she finished, no one clapped or even breathed, for they were still inside that sacred place that music can sometimes create.

The image pleases me enough : to slip from the body's tight container and into some luminous womb, gliding there without effort till the distant shapes glow brighter and more familiar, till all your beloveds hover before you, their lit arms held out in welcome.

I loved the idea that looking at a painting or listening to a concerto could make you somehow transcend the day-in, day-out bullshit that grinds you down; how in one instant of pure attention you could draw something inside that made you forever larger.

maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing— that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and falling. And I do.

We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever.

All eternity is in the moment.

Over and over in the butterfly we see the idea of transcendence. In the forest we see not the inert but the aspiring. In water that departs forever and forever returns, we experience eternity.

God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely.