Quotes About Transcendence

In deifying human things the idealists always end in the triumph of a brutal materialism. And this for a very simple reason: the divine evaporates and rises to its own country, heaven, while the brutal alone remains actually on earth.

And over the village slipped the days, passing into the nights; the weeks flowed by, the months crept on, the wind howled, and glassified with an autumnal, translucent, greenish-azure, The Don flowed tranquilly down to the sea.

Ima istina kojima ?ovek pomaže da umru—re?e ona—i sam ?ovek je istina koja umire.

Somehow, through this ritual, I had transcended the impossible distance between me and my mom.

Your life is a creation that dies when you die. Release

I think that much of our depression, anxiety, and addiction has to do with what John writes about: the soul's need and longing for transcendence. This need is instinctual and unavoidable.

Letting your heart break open all over again when you remember the unbearable beauty of the Beloved's in visible face.

But as the sun rose I crested the mountain of my self-pity and remembered I was always going to die at the end of this life anyway.

Ce-nseamn? s? ai o femeie? C?ci ai avut cu adev?rat zeci de femei cu care ai f?cut dragoste, ÅŸi-n schimb simÅ£i c? niciodat? n-ai posedat mai deplin, mai extatic pe cineva decât pe puÅŸtoaica ce Å£i-a aruncat o privire într-un troleibuz aglomerat, ÅŸi pe care n-ai mai v?zut-o de-atunci niciodat?.

Sunt uneori st?ri care parc? îÅŸi pierd durata. Nu ÅŸtii - sau nu-Å£i aduci aminte - când au început, ce le-a dezl?nÅ£uit, cum se transform?. Åži totuÅŸi, din beatitudinea aceea turbure se desprinde uneori un cuvânt, un strig?t, o melodie sau m?car o singur? not? muzical?, care îÅ£i r?mâne necontenit prezent?, f?r? s? te mire precaritatea sau chiar nesemnificaÅ£ia ei.

La Beauté c'est la Mort.

TARTUFFE. Love for the beauty of eternal things Cannot destroy our love for earthly beauty;

Time that refuses to be translated into a tangible thing, time without a number or an ordinal assigned to it, is often said to be "lost." In a city that always looks better in a memory, time lost can make the night seem eternal and full of stars.

Bodies wear out to remind us they are temporary, and force us to spend more thought on our spirits

You cannot see or touch the divine with your gross senses. The divine is within you, not somewhere else

Transcendence belongs to the profane world. When all trace of transcendence vanishes, the true person—the divine being—is manifest. Empty yourself and let the divine function

True prayer has no set form

The divine is not something high above us. It is in heaven, it is in earth, it is inside us

Age is a prison from which we cannot escape but only by death, into another world.

God has no attributes.

Only the perfect man can teach in silence, because he has reached it, and therefore he alone can stimulate it in others. He speaks through the silence infinitely more potently than through any human language. But those who are not yet Jivanmuktas naturally prefer to use speech and pen.

I get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty that almost makes it feel like fantasy.

This wisdom is not formulaic and cannot be captured in words, for it has gone beyond words to a place where direct realization rather than conceptual verbalization is the essential mode of being.

There is no happiness for the soul in the external worlds since these are perishable, true happiness lies in that which is eternal, within us.