Quotes About Transcendence

Nature is imperfectly perfect, filled with loose parts and possibilities, with mud and dust, nettles and sky, transcendent hands-on moments and skinned knees.

Nature is the mirror of divinity.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

My mind can take no hold on the present world, nor rest in it a moment, but my whole nature rushes onward with irresistible force towards a future and better state of being.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!

I worship impersonal Nature, which is neither "good" or "bad", and who knows neither love nor hatred.

I feel an indescribable ecstasy and delirium in melting, as it were, into the system of being, in identifying myself with the whole of nature.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

Effective magic is transcendent nature.

In the midst of a universe that cannot exist for a second without constant motion, God transcended the order of nature. He stopped. He rested. And He prescribes the same for you and me.

Evolution is not finished; reason is not the last word nor the reasoning animal the supreme figure of Nature. As man emerged out of the animal, so out of man the superman emerges.

Every rebellion which is not in its own nature self-destructive, is an expression of the divine spirit.

Many are the thyrsus-bearers, but few are the mystics.

The greatest help to spiritual life is meditation. In meditation we divest ourselves of all material condition and feel our divine nature.

It is part of the unceasing human endeavor to prove that the spirit of man can transcend the flaws of his own nature.

Nature is the difference between the soul and God.

But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me any my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.

No mind, no form, I only exist; now ceased all will and thought; the final end of [Nature]]'s dance, I am it whom I have sought.

In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.

In the consciousness of the infinite, the conscious subject has for his object the infinity of his own nature.

The soul in sleep gives proof of its divine nature.

Nature is saturated with deity.

The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe.

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