Quotes About Transcendence

cry, "Holy, holy

Only God can make the common sacred.

I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.

After 'Blankets,' I was sick of drawing myself and doing this autobiographical, mundane, Midwestern sort of comics. I wanted to create something bigger than myself and outside myself.

Miracles are signs, and like all signs, they are never about themselves; they're about whatever they are pointing toward. Miracles point to something beyond themselves. But to what? To God himself. That's the point of miracles - to point us beyond our world to another world.

Silence is the pause in me when I am near to God.

I won a silver medal. But really, I ended up running the fastest race of my life to become part of something that transcended the Games.

The first Christians were formed by the first Easter into a new community that transcended all other commitments, encompassing the tax collector Matthew, a lackey of the occupying Romans, and Simon the Zealot, an insurrectionist.

For art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments' sake.

When a warrior fights not for himself, but for his brothers, when his most passionately sought goal is neither glory nor his own life's preservation, but to spend his substance for them, his comrades, not to abandon them, not to prove unworthy of them, then his heart truly has achieved contempt for death, and with that he transcends himself and his actions touch the sublime.

The Gnostics believed that exile was the essential condition of man. Do you agree? I do. The artist and the addict both wrestle with this experience of exile. They share an acute, even excruciating sensitivity to the state of separation and isolation, and both actively seek a way to overcome it, to transcend it, or at least to make the pain go away. What is the pain of being human? It's the condition of being suspended between two worlds and being unable to fully enter into either.

All three of these paths embody one unifying principle," Vance said. We were now approaching the eighteenth green. "That of surrender. Surrender of the Little Mind to the Big Mind, surrender of the personal ego to the greater wisdom of the Self.

I read R.D. Laing, I read Victor Frankl. Anything by Ken Kesey or Peter Matthiessen, Gary Snyder, Jack Kerouac, Alan Ginsberg, R. Crumb, Bob Dylan. These sacred texts are passed from one hand to another like relics of a religious past or harbingers of a new faith.

It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

When I looked up through the web of trees, the night sky fell over me, and for a moment, I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin and the moon was my heart beating up there in the dark.

God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere.

Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.

Cello music swelled out from the house, rising higher and higher until it lifted off the earth, sailing toward Venus.

I think for you, too, God cannot be contained.

I felt I'd stumbled upon an amazing secret—it was possible to close your eyes and exit life without actually dying.

go. I, I am without God And I am she whose God is magnificent . . . I am being I am she who is nothing . . . I am the coming together and the falling apart I am the enduring and the disintegration . . . I am what everyone can hear and no one can say

God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere. (Nicolas of Cusa)

When a bee flies, a soul will rise

You have never heard such music, how it made us believe death was nothing but a doorway.