Quotes About Transcendence

I gathered that, instead of fighting mightily against a defect, I also had to let go of it. Just simply open my hands, my heart, and my mind and say to my Higher Power, "Here it is, this defect. I give it to You. Please remove it from me.

Within ourselves, there are voices that provide us with all the answers that we need to heal our deepest wounds, to transcend our limitations, to overcome our obstacles or challenges, and to see where our soul is longing to go.

Family relationships trigger childhood wounds, and those wounds often trump our rational thinking. We can't 'rationally' transcend the kind of primal pain that such relationships can arouse.

I think all people are familiar with thinking about their death and trying to come to terms with the fact that we will, at some point, no longer exist. The loss of one's ego is very tough to reconcile with; you really have to do a lot of mental gymnastics to wrap your head around the idea of just not existing anymore.

Well, the idea of God as a supreme being means that he is simply like us, writ large, and just bigger and better, the end product of the series; whereas this divine personality that we meet in the Bible was, for centuries, regarded simply as a symbol of a greater transcendence that lay beyond it.

What fiction offers us is an intimacy shorn of the messy contingencies of human existence - gender, race, class or age. Those moments of transcendence when we exclaim 'You know exactly what I mean!' depend for much of their force on the anonymous character of the intimacy between writer and reader.

The spiritual writing of the song is where you're chosen as a vehicle, and it comes from something up above. You don't move; it writes itself. It's very spooky, but that's happened to me just a few times.

The beauty of the day is the only thing that doesn't fade in time. Day after day, such beauty revives itself.

The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

We are only missionaries for the world, after all, and when our work is done we really don't exist. Do we? Can it be said for anyone?

A "routine" is a string of habits, and a "ritual" is a habit charged with transcendent meaning.

To rise above treeline is to go above thought, and after, the descent back into bird song, bog orchids, willows, and firs is to sink into the preliterate parts of ourselves. Losing myself to it-if I can- I do not fall, or if I do, I'm only another waterfall. Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

Man clings to himself and what is his, over and beyond death itself, and he is afraid to let life out of his hands—life, this most real of all things, this most pitiful of all pitiful things, the most eternal of all that is eternal.

The most important thing is to keep the Soul aloft

It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horses, the leaves, the wind, the words my people uttered, even the red sun that made them almost close their love-drowned eyes.

It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horses, the leaves, the wind, the words my people uttered, even the red sun that made them almost close their love-drowned eyes." ? Gustave Flaubert

The principal thing in this world is to keep one's soul aloft.

Era un d'aquells sentiments purs que no entrebanquen l'exercici de la vida, mantinguts gelosament perquè són poc comuns, una d'aquestes il·lusions la pèrdua de les quals trasbalsen molt més l'ànima que no ho farien els gaudis de la possessió.

It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horse, the leaves, the wind, the words my people uttered, even the red sun that made them almost close their love-drowned eyes.

They had moved closer to one another to watch the dying moments of the day, this beautiful bright May day.

Essayez donc de vous dégager de tout ce qui vous enferme, faites cet effort surhumain de sortir vivant de votre corps, de vos intérêts, de vos pensées et de l'humanité tout entière, pour regarder ailleurs, et vous comprendrez combien ont peu d'importance les querelles des romantiques et des naturalistes, et la discussion du budget. »

Death need not be sad, it should be a matter of indifference.

Niciodat? nu se mai întoarce o fiin??. Se vor naÈ™te milioane È™i miliarde, aproape la fel, cu ochi, nas, gur?, tidv? È™i înl?untru o gândire, f?r? ca vreodat? s? se mai arate aceasta care era culcat? în patul ?sta.

Hát minden csak nyomorúság, bánat, szerencsétlenség és halál? Mindenki csal, hazudik, szenvedést és könnyeket hoz? Hol találhatunk valamelyes nyugalmat és örömet? Bizonyára egy másik létben. Amikor a lélek megszabadul a földi megpróbáltatásoktól.