Quotes About Transcendence

Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we are put into this world to rise above.

pensar supone siempre un riesgo, y que el mejor lugar para filosofar está precisamente en la frontera entre la luz y las tinieblas, en ese claroscuro donde todo es incierto, y al lado mismo del vacío, entre lo estable y lo precario, allí donde las palabras se juntan un momento en tropel, prefiguran un edificio de clarividencia y se precipitan luego en el olvido. "El abismo es el ágora de nuestro tiempo" solía decir mientras se columpiaba en el alféizar.

Religious experience involves an encounter with the holy, the mystery of the totally other that opens like a chasm before humans in unexpected ways, making impossible the denial of its presence.

All creatures are merely veils under which God hides Himself and deals with us.

Se eu ficar assim imóvel, respirando leve, sem ódio, sem amor, se eu ficar assim um instante, sem pensamento, sem corpo…

God is constantly better than his promise. He does not limit Himself by our expectations.

It was who they were, and it was who they always would be. They would remain forever in lust and forever in love, for theirs was a love that transcended body and mind. Theirs was a love of the soul. --Mistletoe (2012) by Lyn Gardner

Despite my lovely diction I am going to die.

Yet even as Beatrice tried to convince herself that her anguish varied greatly from the disappointments the beautiful widow had endured, she recognized the act as a futile attempt to elevate her own suffering to something greater. She wanted to believe her sorrow transcended ordinary misery, that it was in some way hallowed, but in reality it was just sadness, as common as dirt and as familiar as the sky.

I have managed not to finish certain books. With barely a twinge of conscience, I hurl down what bores me or doesn't give what I crave: ecstasy, transcendence, a thrill of mysterious connection. For, more than anything else, readers are thrill-seekers, though I don't read thrillers, not the kind sold under that label, anyway. They don't thrill; only language thrills.

Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. (COLOSSIANS 3:1 – 2)

Poetry is another name for a person's telling of the self, existence and what is beyond, and one's own perceptions.

Everyone who was born had to die; those who died would be reborn again. The killer and the slain: these were terms that had no meaning. The soul could never be destroyed. The soul discards a worn-out body for a new one as human beings discard old clothes for new, said Krishna, and there was nothing in this to grieve about.

If the sages have managed to transcend the fetters of samsara, why do they feel the need to leave these mementoes behind?

I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

I am air and thought and can do nothing.

He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.

that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.

Overhead the constellations dip and wheel. My divinity shines in me like the last rays of the sun before they drown in the sea. I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

The best interests of theology lie not in God in the highest but in the depths of God, something deep within God, even older than God, or deeper than God, and for that very same reason, deep within us, we and God always being intertwined.

Waves can wash away the most stubborn stains, and the stars do not care one way or the other.

Death is an ascension to a better library.

Beautiful things, as Matisse shows, always carry greetings from other worlds within them.