Quotes About Transcendence

After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and the sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.

I get the greatest feeling when I'm singing. It's other-worldly. Your feet are anchored into the Earth and into this energy force that comes up through your feet and goes up the top of your head and maybe you're holding hands with the angels or the stars, I have no idea.

In Harvest of Stars, there is this notion, not original with me of course, that it will become possible to download at least the basic aspects of a human personality into a machine program.

When I hear a great country song, I get chills and I want to cry. You feel something. And just sometimes that magic and the stars line up somehow or another, and it creates something that's really, really, really special.

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.

Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and - as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis - emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.

Logotherapy sees the human patient in all his humanness. I step up to the core of the patient's being. And that is a being in search of meaning, a being that is transcending himself, a being capable of acting in love for others.

I saw a bank of white light, and then I saw all my beloved animals. For a moment I stepped out of my body.

Every time I stepped onto the stage as Jesus, it felt like someone was pouring some honey into my body. It was amazing, an amazing feeling. And then when I had to let go of it, it was hard.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,Where angels tremble, while they gaze,He saw; but blasted with excess of light,Closed his eyes in endless night.

The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.

To live in the presence of God on a continuous basis can become a kind of fourth dimension to our three-dimensional world, forming an invisible but real background to everything that we do or that happens in our lives.

My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.

The only value of this world lay in its power - at certain times - to suggest another world.

Amnesia may well be the highest sacrament in the great gray ritual of existence.

An individual's demarcations as a being, not his trespass of them, create his identity and preserve his illusion of being something special and not a freak of chance, a product of blind mutations. Transcending all illusions and their emergent activities—having absolute control of what we are and not what we need to be so that we may survive the most unsavory facts of life and death—would untether us from the moorings of our self-limited selves.

How much of what we do, from the ridiculous to the sublime, would not be done if we did not die? In tha blank face of mortality we always ask , "What's next?

Sleep is the little brother of death; it means letting go of the world.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.

God comes down to us by his Spirit, and we go up to him by prayer.

Glorious things are spoken of God; he transcends our thoughts, and the praises of angels. God's glory lies chiefly in his attributes, which are the several beams by which the divine nature shines forth. Among other of his orient excellencies, this is not the least, The Lord is a God of knowledge; or as the Hebrew word is, 'A God of knowledges.

Wir kommen aus einer Welt, in der wir unglaubliche Maßstäbe der Vollkommenheit gekannt haben, und erinnern uns deutlich der Schönheiten, die wir nie festzuhalten vermochten, und kehren wieder in jene Welt zurück.

Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners... Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths...and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.