Quotes About Transcendence

The Lotus opens. Movement from earth, through water, from fire to air. Out and in beyond life and death now, beyond inner and outer, sense and non-sense, meaning and futility, male and female, being and non-being, Light and darkness, void and full. Beyond all duality, or non-duality, beyond and beyond. Disincarnation. I breathe again.

A substance so far beyond their ken that they might have been carrion birds pecking at the eyes of god.

They had such unbelievably fixed minds, fixed ideas—strong, unchangeable beliefs that there was just this one life; no understanding that the mind can exist without the body. Their thinking was unbelievably gross. People like this needed something external to break their concepts and enable them to see things more deeply.

Yea, measur'd are thine hours no more by time, Ye radiant envoys, from the heavenly clime! To what new palace will ye hurry me? Now, now I swim in light-diffusing streams, Space grows before me, and the earth, meseems, beneath my feet doth flee.

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

Music is part of God's universe.

I went down and down,' he remembered, 'until the wingtips of angels brushed my eyes.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

The closer you get to heaven, the less air there is, because when you get to heaven for real, you don't need to breathe anymore.

She was also close to the other side. Maybe even close enough to see things most people can't.

Death hath no dominion.

Everyone cried when the creature first spoke to them. No, not cried. They wept. They wept like the cavemen of Lascaux suddenly transported into the Sistine Chapel just in time for a live performance of Phantom of the Opera as sung by Tolkien's elves. Their senses simply were not built for this, weren't meant to come anywhere near this kind of velvet-barreled sensory shotgun, loaded for bear.

St. Oscar says SCRAM to all that. Just be trash together and love as long as you can and then stop when you can't anymore and be trash separately.

He rested his hand on mine, once or twice. He kissed my brow, one time, in the late evening when the stars were full as moons, and I had brought him both a jug of wine and a treatise on transfiguration he had been asking for all over town, and I felt it on my head like a pain. But love is like that, it is hard and awful and, usually, it is not contagious.

Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.

Henri Bergson writes that humor is godless and entirely human since humor runs counter to the sublime: instead of transcending, you are made acutely aware of the skin in which you exist.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

E tu, cui già dal cominciar degli anni sempre onorata invoco, bella Morte, pietosa tu sola al mondo dei terreni affanni[…] chiudi alla luce omai questi occhi tristi […] nel mio sangue innocente non ricolmar di lode, non benedir, com'usa per antica viltà l'umana gente

Cuando ni siquiera me era grata, huyendo del placer, la sonrisa de los astros, el silencio de la aurora o el verdear del prado. Hasta de la gloria callaba amor ahora, y si en otro tiempo me inflamaba tanto, hoy sólo de la belleza era morada.

Death is not evil, for it frees man from all ills and takes away his desires, along with desire's rewards.

I'm interested in spirituality and in religion and our relationship to the divine.

God is a great God. Even when there are technological advances, nothing can ever replace Him nor His works. His greatness is beyond what a human mind can comprehend.

God is unlimited by the limitations of humankind.

we are all waiting for the luminous hands that will reach for us in the night, the eyes that will witness our pain, the voice that will whisper the possibility of a different truth.