Quotes About Transcendence

Death is an encounter with oneself.

No entender" era tan vasto que sobrepasaba a cualquier entender - entender era siempre limitado-. Pero no-entender no tenía fronteras y llevaba al infinito, al Dios.

A galinha funciona como uma metáfora do artista: um ser imperfeito que produz uma obra superior a ele próprio, enquanto a magia da criação artística é vista como destino de vida e, sobretudo, como uma forma de transcendência e de via de escape da banalidade e da mediocridade.

At the bottom of everything there is the hallelujah.

I'll miss myself so bad when I die.

We shall be inhuman - as humankind's greatest conquest. To be is to be beyond the human. To be a human being doesn't do it, to be human has been a constraint. The unknown awaits us, but I sense that that unknown is a totalization and will be the true humanization we long for. Am I speaking of death? no, of life.

And I shall not wander "from thought to thought," but from mood to mood. We shall be inhuman — as the loftiest conquest of man. Being is being beyond human. Being man does not work, being man has been a constraint. The unknown awaits us, but I feel that this unknown is a totalization and will be the true humanization for which we longed. Am I speaking of death? no, of life. It is not a state of happiness, it is a state of contact.

Haverá um ano em que haverá um mês, em que haverá uma semana em que haverá um dia em que haverá uma hora em que haverá um segundo e dentro do segundo haverá o não-tempo sagrado da morte transfigurada.

when art is good it is because it touched upon the inexpressive, the worst art is expressive, that art which trangresses the piece of iron and the piece of glass, and the smile, and the scream.

When I prayed I achieved an emptiness of soul — and that emptiness is all I can ever have.

Haverá um ano em que haverá um mês, em que haverá uma semana em que haverá um dia em que haverá uma hora em que haverá um minuto em que haverá um segundo e dentro do segundo haverá o não-tempo sagrado da morte transfigurada.

I find it hard to believe that I shall die. Because I'm bubbling in cold freshness. My life will be very long because each instant is. I get the feeling I'm about to be born and can't.

Nossos sentimentos e pensamentos são tão sobrenaturais como uma história passada depois da morte.

Cuando el arte es bueno es porque tocó lo inexpresivo, el peor arte es el expresivo, aquel que transgrede el trozo de hierro y el trozo de cristal, y la sonrisa, y el grito.

God perches in a tree chirping and straight lines travel on unfinished, horizontal and cold. That's what it seems like . . . The moments keep dripping ripe and no sooner has one tumbled than another rises up, somewhat, its face pale and tiny. Suddenly the moments end too. Timelessness trickles through my walls, tortuous and blind. It slowly collects in a dark, quiet pool and I shout: I've lived!

Espelho? Esse vazio cristalizado que tem dentro de si espaço para se ir para sempre em frente sem parar: pois espelho é o espaço mais fundo que existe. E é coisa mágica: quem tem um espelho quebrado já poderia ir com ele meditar no deserto. Ver-se a si mesmo é extraordinário. Como um gato de dorso arrepiado, arrepio-me diante de mim. Do deserto também voltaria vazia, iluminada e translúcida, e com o mesmo silêncio vibrante de um espelho.

What you will know of me is the shadow of the arrow that has hit its target. I shall only vainly grasp a shadow that takes up no room in space, and what barely matters is the dart. I construct something free of me and of you—this my freedom that leads to death.

La oración profunda no es aquella que pide, la oración más profunda es la que ya no pide.

And I am in the world as free and slender as a deer on the plain. I get up as soft as a breath of air, raise my sleepy flower head, my feet light, I cross fields beyond the earth, world, time, God.

I can hardly believe that I have limits, that I am cut out and defined. I feel scattered in the air, thinking inside other beings, living in things beyond myself. When I surprise myself at the mirror I am not frightened because I think I am ugly or beautiful. It is because I discover I am of a different nature. After not having seen myself for a while I almost forget I am human, I forget my past and I am as free from end and awareness as something merely alive.

I am always remote from myself, I am unreachable to myself just as a star is unreachable to me. I contort myself to be able to touch the present time that surrounds me, but I remain remote in relation to this very instant itself. The future, God help me, is closer to me than the present instant.

The aim of Zen practice is not to escape or transcend life's discomfort. Zen practice is about plunging into the mystery of daily life just as it is.

I don't have the feeling that I write my books. I have the feeling that my books get written through me and once they have got across me I feel empty and nothing is left.

Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What's the good of seeing if you can't see everything, or see forever.