Quotes About Transcendence

E sognerai che non occorre affatto respirare che il silenzio senza respiro è una musica passabile, sei piccolo come una scintilla e ti spegni al ritmo di quella.

Czy wi?c nic nigdy nie mo?e zosta? naprawd? wyra?one, oddane w swoim stawaniu si? anonimowym, nikt nigdy nie zdo?a odda? be?kotu rodz?cej si? chwili, jak to jest, ?e, urodzeni z chaosu nie mo?emy nigdy z nim si? zetkn??, zaledwie spojrzymy, a ju? pod naszym spojrzeniem rodzi si? porz?dek... i kszta?t...

6.41 Der Sinn der Welt muss ausserhalb ihrer liegen.

One should no more rack one's brain about the problem of whether something one cannot know anything about exists all the same, than about the ancient problem of how many angels are able to sit on the point of a needle.

somos los más felices mientras dura el abrazo, y hasta un poco después porque un abrazo así tiene que ser mucho más importante que unos vulgares vientos de monz

I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal.

Hidup ini begitu indah, hingga maut pun jatuh cinta padanya

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity-- it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, jealous possessive love that grabs what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but a passing shadow of a cloud.

I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but thee passing shadow of a cloud.

There is in human nature a hunger and a thirst for the transcendent and the divine which cannot be satisfied with anything less than God.

Since "the society" has no future, it makes sense to live only for the moment, to fix our eyes on our own "private performance," to become connoisseurs of our own decadence, to cultivate a "transcendental self-attention.

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by," Kerouac wrote. "Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and fluteboys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak… just like life.

We are spirits clad in veils.

Riegl also solved a paradox of academic doctrine, wedded to the ideal: its tendency to summon its own subversion by reality, or by lowly life. Now that the story line is the movement from touch-based art to vision-based art, the future is open-ended, for art can always be further intellectualized without worrying about a surfeit of sublimity or transcendence, just as low subject matter does not threaten to drag art back into the weeds of practical life.

God's camera takes snapshots that don't fall into your hand like Polaroids do. They pop right into your head and stay there forever.

Painting is the most magical of mediums. The transcendence is truly amazing to me every time I go to a museum and I see how somebody figured another way to rub colored dirt on a flat surface and make space where there is no space or make you think of a life experience.

Be sure that it is not you that is mortal, but only your body. For that man whom your outward form reveals is not yourself the spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which and be pointed out by your finger.

On the mantelpiece, the photograph of a chimpanzee and a statuette of the Buddha. This proximity, more accidental than intentional, makes me wonder over and over where my place might be between these two extrems, man's pre and transfiguration.

era al di sopra di tutti ma non dipendeva da lui: aveva semplicemente dimenticato di desiderare

Hij is zacht, goed, subliem, rechtvaardig. Maar wie herkent zich in die mengeling die ruikt als naar transcendentie verbannen rozenwater? Een wezen zonder valsheid mist diepgang en mysterie; het verbergt niets. Alleen onzuiverheid is een kenteken van realiteit.[...] Omdat hij overloopt van leven, heeft de Duivel geen altaar: de mens herkent zich te veel in hem om hem te aanbidden.

Kinsella says a few meaningless things along the way then falls into the quiet way he has about him, and time passes without seeming to pass

Where does music go when it's not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.

I am finding myself: it's deadly because only death concludes me. But I bear it until the end. I'll tell you a secret: life is deadly. I'll have to interrupt everything to tell you this: death is the impossible and intangible. Death is just future to such an extent that there are those who cannot bear it and commit suicide. It's as life said the following: and there simply was no following.