Quotes About Transcendence

The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible but there arriving she is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.

what if the man could see Beauty Itself, pure, unalloyed, stripped of mortality, and all its pollution, stains, and vanities, unchanging, divine,...the man becoming in that communion, the friend of God, himself immortal;...would that be a life to disregard?

Astronomy compels the soul to look upwards and leads us from this world to another.

The soul of man is immortal and imperishable.

Love is a great spirit. Everything spiritual is in between god and mortal.

Must not all things at last be swallowed up in Death?

Y bien; purificar el alma, ¿no es, como antes decíamos, separarla del cuerpo, y acostumbrarla a encerrarse y recogerse en sí misma, renunciando al comercio con aquel cuanto sea posible, y viviendo, sea en esta vida, sea en la otra, sola y desprendida del cuerpo, como quien se desprende de una cadena?

Cei str?ini de filosofie au toate ÅŸansele s? nu-ÅŸi dea seama c? de fapt singura preocupare a celor care i se d?ruiesc cu adev?rat este trecerea în moarte ÅŸi starea care îi urmeaz?.

The sphere of sense, the Soul in its slumber; for all of the Soul that is in body is asleep and the true getting-up is not bodily but from the body: in any movement that takes the body with it there is no more than passage from sleep to sleep, from bed to bed.

To set oneself above intellect is immediately to fall outside it.

To see the supreme which is also the means to the vision; for that which illuminates the Soul is that which is to see.

This is why we must break away towards the High: we dare not keep ourselves set towards the sensuous principle, following the images of sense, or towards the merely vegetative, intent upon the gratifications of eating and procreation; our life must be pointed towards the Intellective, towards the Intellectual-Principle, to- wards God.

To see the supreme which is also the means to the vision; for that which illuminates the Soul id that which is to see.

the skull always grinned because it knew it would emerge triumphant, that it would comprise the sole identity of the face long after vain baubles like lips and skin and eyes were gone.

Death doesn't hurt," said one of the twins, and a light came into his silver eyes. "Death is dark, death is sweet." The other twin took up the litany. "Death is all that lasts forever. Death is eternal beauty." "Death is a lover with a thousand tongues—" "A thousand insect caresses—" "Death is easy.

And since he was unable to give him any form, he would honor him with his works: Natural products were to be a simile for the world, and above them would burn a flame symbolizing the spirit of man, yearning upwards toward its maker.

Man lives in time but his life transcends time.

It might be called denial by some, but in that moment I thought it was the very strength that made humanity so successful… the ability to transcend reality, to create reality around them, even for a moment

Yo sé que tiene alas. Que por las noches sueña en alta voz la brisa de plata de sus ruedas. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que canta cuando vuela dormida, abriendo al sueño una celeste senda. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que volando me lleva por prados que no acaban y mares que no empiezan. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que el día que ella quiera, los cielos de la ida ya nunca tendrá vuelta.

Discourse about God is radically different from every l other discourse on every other subject because God is not an object. Were God to be spoken of as object, God would become nothing more than an idol.

Discourse about God is unique and cannot be compared to any other human language. It is irreducible to any other discourse.

He considered razing the house and rebuilding, but he realized that houses are not haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves,our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts.

When we are transported either by Mozart or Glenn Miller, we find ourselves in the presence of the ineffable, for which all words are so inadequate that to attempt to describe it, even with effusive praise and words of perfect beauty, is to engage in blasphemy.

When she had delight in her heart, her face transcended all her suffering, whereupon the scars and the deformed features and the mottled skin became the remarkable face of a hero and the cherished face of a friend.