Quotes About Transcendence

What need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world.

Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the west. The great one who lived in the straight house like a platform without sides to it, and without a roof. what need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world. Stands watchful and motionless all day with his sword drawn back, waiting for the messenger to bid him come.

I happen to believe that there is an afterlife.

I was rather obsessed with angels.

Some human beings obtain through love the power of transferring their self — their I — to the being of another; and when death takes that other, no life of their own is possible for them.

Les belles âmes ne peuvent pas rester longtemps en ce monde. Comment les grands sentiments s'allieraient-ils, en effet, à une société mesquine, petite, superficielle ?

O que está faltando? Um nada, mas um nada que é tudo. Vocês têm a aparência da vida mas não expressam o seu excesso transbordante, esse não sei o quê que talvez seja a alma e que flutua enevoadamente sobre o invólucro[...]

Adev?rata filosofie nu confer? putere asupra lumii, ci ofer? solu?ia dep??irii ei.

Maybe all art is such a re-call, a call beyond the grave.

In times of danger, pray to God to open heaven to you. Invite the angels to show themselves to you. Ask Jesus to save you. This world will fade away.

Again and again, I am aware that the Light not only illumines but it also burns .

It is curious how one's cup may be filled up by another and no words are passed to indicate the process that is taking place. . . It was as if, for a moment, I had been brushed by the angel's wing.

on m a dit : tu n es que cendre et poussière.On a oublié de me dire qu il s agissait de poussières d étoiles

Indeed, Nietzsche believed that the only possibility for existence was for each of us to become gods ourselves.

Being an artist doesn't take much. Just everything you got. Which means of course that as the process is giving you life, it is also bringing you closer to death. But it's no big deal. They are one in the same and cannot be avoided or denied. So when I totally embrace this process, this life/death, and abandon myself to it completely, I transcend all this gibberish and hang out with the gods. It seems to me that that is worth the price of admission.

I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.

The spirit of man communes with Heaven the omnipotence of Heaven resides in man. Is the distance between Heaven and man very great

drunk enough on earth's liquors to relish the prospect of the knife.

Records blurt out trapped moments of rapture, fear, love, anguish, despair, excitement, and insanity. When an album plays, it is a ghost wailing, imprisoned in the moment, rattling its chains.

There's never been a rule of human behavior that hasn't been broken by someone, somewhere, sometime, in some circumstance mundane or spectacular. To be human is to transcend the rules.

The spirit is the mirror; the body is the rust. (Divan-i-Shamsi Tabriz)

It is axiomatic that the attempt to become a Sufi through a desire for personal power as normally understood will not succeed.

What you have to learn is how to find the unworldly in everything.

The Way of the Sufis cannot be understood by means of the intellect or by ordinary book learning.