Quotes About Transcendence

If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.

Holding her hand was like a key turning a tumbler. My body melted. My breath calmed. As the minutes passed, I seemed to get smaller. The heavens grew enormous. When a spread of glowing stars

why don't people come back to Earth after they die?

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.

Life was fleeting, I had learned, and death guaranteed. There had to be some greater purpose to it than the routine existance of daily life.

he prayed fundamentally as a gesture of love for what had gone and would go and could loved in no other way.

Sufis tell of two paths to transcendence:

You live you die and death not ends it.

Sometimes the attempt to strenghten contact with the divine is a journey.

How easy it is to create ghosts, he thinks as he begins to die a minute later, feeling his mind closing chamber by chamber, the memory of Naheed contained in each one. And despite it all it means much to have been loved. Just before the world vanishes, a hope surfaces in him that this wasn't necessarily everything, that he will return somehow. His arm rises, remembering when it used to be a wing.

The pictures in this book are not of people suffering gender dysphoria but rather expressing gender euphoria. This book is about new possibilities and transcendence. The people in these pictures are truly revolutionary; they are the real winners of the battle of the sexes because they have stepped out of the ring.

There they are, held like flies, in the amber of that moment...

Human existence, he believed, was a series of spiritual gradations through which man evolved to a higher state by virtue of his deeds.

It is not unreasonable to look forward to a time when we shall see without eyes, hear without ears and talk without tongues.

Keep in mind, always, the principle of evolution through the operation of which everything physical is eternally reaching upward and trying to complete the cycle between finite and infinite intelligences.

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

Detached and at ease, I will dart past the Eagle to be free.

Not to fix the spirit was to seek death, and that was the same as to seek nothing, since death was going to overtake us regardless of anything.

Ninguém entende nada da vida enquanto não entender a morte.

Te vas en sombras, pensé. Como viviste.

Le jour où je disparaîtrais, tout ce que je possède sera à toi, Juliàn, disait-il souvent. Sauf les rêves

The day I die, all that was once mine, will be yours...except my dreams. ~The Shadow of the Winds

In this place, books no longer remembered by anyone, books that are lost in time, live forever, waiting for the day when they will reach a new reader's hands.

Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons—throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.