Quotes About Transcendence

True symbolism depends on the fact that things, which may differ from one another in time, space, material nature, and many other limitative characteristics, can possess and exhibit the same essential quality.

Bisognava entrare nei recessi di quello straordinario palazzo al buio, e solo lentamente scoprire, nella luce tramolante delle lampade al burro, le smorfie delle ogre e i sorrisi benevoli dei Buddha. Il neon pra impedisce ogni scoperta, tarpa le ali a chi voglia ancora abbandonarsi ai voli dello spirito.

I have never been able to understand the complaint that a story is "depressing" because of its subject matter. What depresses me are stories that don't seem to know these things go on, or hide them in resolute chipperness; "witty stories," in which every problem is the occasion for a joke; "upbeat" stories that flog you with transcendence. Please. We're grown ups now.

We don't merely want to see beauty: we want to become part of it.

The radicality of the universal lies in its imperceptibility.

On sentait ce détachement de toutes les choses de ce monde qui terrifie un homme en vie.

Somehow in all of this we are still capable of finding some illumination, some truth, some place where we step out of ourselves, where we are ecstatic, where we have an ecstatic, visionary realization.

The symbol is not an artificially constructed sign: it flowers in the soul spontaneously to announce something that cannot be expressed otherwise. It is the unique expression of the thing symbolized as of a reality that thus becomes transparent to the soul, but which itself transcends all expression.

Having Khidr as a master gives the disciple a transcendent dimension. It confers a 'personal, direct, and immediate bond with the Godhead' . . . Each disciple becomes what Khidr is, the center of the world.

Among the mysteries of the creative ego is how the transcendence of what artists do is their own response to the darkness of who they are, and the same personal darkness that is at odds with the art is what propels artists to the light of what they create.

I want the audience to be transported to a different world once they enter the auditorium.

I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.

It's one of the things that movies do offer you, despite all of their hardships - they offer you moments of transcendence.

When you hear 'From the Other Side,' it's like being on an operating table. Suddenly, you're on the ceiling looking down at the doctors who are fighting for you. Are you gonna get a second chance or not?

shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. the loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude

The separation of spirit from matter was a mystery and the union of spirit with matter was a mystery also.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on... The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

Still, I am conscious now that behind all this beauty, satisfying though it may be, there is some spirit hidden of which the painted forms and shapes are but modes of manifestation, and it is with this spirit that I desire to become in harmony. I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things.

All human culture is but an attempt at something unattainable, something which far transcends our powers of realization. There it stands, mutilated, tragic as a torso. Is not the human spirit itself a torso?

He's like one of those weird birds in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

You are the trembling of time, that passes between vertical light and darkened sky

Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, come touch the fire of instantaneous blue, come before its petals are consumed.

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.