Quotes About Transcendence

There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.

Without seeking to comprehend the incomprehensible, he gazed upon it. He did not study God; he was dazzled by Him.

That great little soul had taken flight.

Point of departure: matter; point of arrival: the soul.

Il paraît que les paroles des hommes forts doivent toujours recevoir de l'approche de la mort une certaine grandeur.

why comes there an hour when we leave this azure, and why does life continue afterwards?

Il y a un spectacle plus grand que la mer, c'est le ciel ; il y a un spectacle plus grand que le ciel, c'est l'intérieur de l'âme.

We shall be grasshoppers among the stars. And then we shall see God.

Frères, qui meurt ici meurt dans le rayonnement de l'avenir, et nous entrons dans une tombe toute pénétrée d'aurore.

Le ore d'estasi non sono che un minuto.

To divinise is human, to humanise is divine.

But they're words that remind us that there's something out there greater than ourselves. And they're words that lead us to be the best versions of ourselves.

By the grace of God, may we all be vanishing stars.

Se gandi iar la cotet si la porci, intrucat simti ca la fel cum cei care nu banuiesc ca din providenta ce pluteste deasupra zilelor noastre o sa ramana doar lumina de pe cutitul cu care se injunghie porcul, tot asa nici noi nu banuim nimic, si nici n-o sa aflam vreodata ceva despre acest infricosator adio.

I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me, because I've looked into what's coming, and I don't need anything from here.

It was as if the normal veil that separated two people had melted.

The energy was still flowing steadily, and Kait had a sense of cleansing. Her entire body felt light and airy, as if her feet weren't touching the ground.

If listeners aren't carried away to Heaven, I'm failing.

Death and the sun can't be looked at steadily.

To live in God is death; to die in God is life.

The intercourse between man and God reposes upon truths of another order than that of reason, upon a light different and more elevated than that which naturally enlightens created intelligences.

Even so,—a million years after we shall have ceased to view the sun,—will the gladness and grief of our own lives pass with richer music into other hearts—there to bestir, for one mysterious moment, some deep and exquisite thrilling of voluptuous pain.

Our civilization represses not only "the instincts", not only sexuality, but any form of transcendence. Among one-dimensional men, it is not surprising that someone with an insistent experience of other dimensions, that he cannot entirely deny or forget, will run the risk either of being destroyed by the others, or of betraying what he knows.

The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light has not faded. But between us and It, there is a veil which is more like fifty feet of solid concrete. Deus absconditus. Or we have absconded.