Quotes About Transcendence

I will meet you in the place called Deathless," I whispered

If Jacob's ladder reached all the way to heaven, so, too, did ours.

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

It is finished," Jesus said. There was a sound like a rush of wings in the blackish clouds, and I knew his spirit had left him. I imagined it like a great flock of birds, soaring, scattering, coming to rest everywhere.

I came to believe that my true identity goes beyond the outer roles I play. It transcends the ego. I came to understand that there is an Authentic 'I' within - an 'I am', or divine spark within the soul.

There was a sound like a rush of wings in the blackish clouds, and I knew his spirit had left him. I imagined it like a great flock of birds, soaring, scattering, coming to rest everywhere.

Trance is fragile.

There is no eternal blessedness in the world to come because there is no world to come.

My urge to write is an urge not to self-expressionism but to self-transcendence. My work is both bigger and smaller than I am.

a craving for the cloud of unknowing beyond knowledge and for the silence beyond speech

Para trascender el cuerpo, hay que pasar por un período de desenfreno físico y blasfemia verbal, sobre el principio de que sólo cuando la moral ha sido deliberadamente pisoteada, es capaz el individuo de una transformación radical: entrar en un estado de gracia que deja atrás todas las categorías morales.

The serenity and the transcendence of self that you found are to me exemplary. You showed that it is not necessary to be unhappy, even while one is clear-eyed and undeluded about how terrible everything is. Somewhere you said that a writer — delicately you added: all persons — must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. (You were speaking of your blindness.)

Where have they gone? Wherever magicians used to go. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.

I have been many things since last we met. I have been trees and rivers and hills and stones. I have spoken to stars and earth and wind.

Nevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.

And then I sagged forward, utterly spent, emptied…light as air. I felt like I could have floated up and out…slipping through the open window and drifting away across the rooftops and satellite dishes and telephone wires…sailing away into the faintly smiling stars.

The most unfortunate thing about being an atheist wasn't the loss of God and all the comfort and reassurance of God—no small things—but the loss of a vital human vocabulary. Grace, charity, transcendence: I felt them as surely as any believer, even if we differed on the ultimate cause, and yet I had no right words for them.

He kept his head down and slowly worked himself, word by word, back into communion with the other hours, days, years - there was in fact no name for this particular unit of time - that together formed a continuum of unawareness that was as close to transcendence ash e would come. He was working himself, as if with a spade in a tunnel that finally yields to light, out of the physical world.

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the long familiar ground that in that moment seems so glorious, so charged with beauty, strange. In their jaws you are carried so effortlessly, with such great care that you think it will never end, you long for it not to end, and then you wake and know that, indeed, they have not brought you back.

Love is further than death.

I believe that God is (and must be) a transcendent presence in any worthy work of art.

We can never speak about God rationally as we speak about ordinary things, but that does not mean we should give up thinking about God. We must push our minds to the limits of what we could know, descending ever deeper into the darkness of unknowing.

El seductor e insondable camino de la impureza. Quizás sólo por él se puede llegar a la pureza.