Quotes About Transcendence

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

I want to love everyone', I thought, almost tearfully. If you stare at the sky, it changes little by little. Gradually it turns bluish. [..] I had never seen anything as beautiful as the translucent leaves and grass. Gently, I reached out to the touch of the grass.

The color of this sky, what would you call it? Rose? Flame? Iridescent? The color of angel's wings? Or a huge temple? No, it is none of these things. It is much more sublime.

People depend on death to be complete. While alive, they are all incomplete.

I shall become nothing, the wind, the sky.

Let forgiveness weave its golden thread, Healing wounds that once bled, For in its power, we transcend, And find love and peace, until the end.

O could I tell, you surely would believe it! O could I only say what I have seen! How should I tell or how can you receive it, How, till He bringeth you where I have been?

I do not believe it is possible to exaggerate what she has been in the way of a Sacrament out here—God conveying His presence through the common elements of an ordinary life.

Insulate me, O Lord, from the things of sense and time, and usher me into the presence of the King.

O could I tell, ye surely would believe it! O could I only say what I have seen! How should I tell or how can ye receive it, How, till He bringeth you where I have been?

There is a god within us, and we have intercourse with heaven. That spirit comes from abodes on high.

We touch the last reality directly in prayer.

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

Please guide all beings from this swamp of cyclic existence!

After a visit to the beach, it's hard to believe that we live in a material world.

He went to the window and glanced down at the traffic eight stories below...From so high up it all seemed fluid and impersonal, as though a mass of detritus were being swept away by water. That was all you really had to do to determine people's destiny: rise high enough to alter your view, making it divine.

Beyond the gods, beyond all that falsifies and coarsens the world of holiness, beyond all lies and distortion, all twisted divinities and all the abortions of human imagination, there must be something stupendous which is inaccessible to us. Which, by our very failure to capture it, demonstrates how inaccessible it is. Beyond all the sacred clutter the holy thing must exist. That I believe, of that I am certain.

For God, who is in heaven, is in man. Where else can heaven be, if not in man? As we need it, it must be within us. Therefore it knows our prayer even before we have uttered it, for it is closer to our hearts than to our words. — Opus paramirum , I:ix

the reality we belong to, the reality we long to know, extends far beyond human beings interacting with one another.

As a young man, I yearned for the day when, rooted in the experience that comes only with age, I could do my work fearlessly. But today, in my mid-sixties, I realize that I will feel fear from time to time for the rest of my life. I may never get rid of my fear. But . . . I can learn to walk into it and through it whenever it rises up . . . naming the inner force that triggers . . . fear . . . Naming our fears aloud . . . is the first step toward transcending them.

si nous extrayions le morceau de vie qui piaffe au fond de chaque être vivant, nous sommes des fantômes en comparaison de ce morceau de vie. Nous sommes des ombres qui se frottent et se rencognent dans l'ombre de nos demeures et sous les draps qui couvrent nos lits, face à cette lumière qui transmigre de vivants en vivants.

To pray is to open oneself completely, intimately, into the Presence that is beyond our ability to name.

Art is a vehicle that allows us to transcend linear time, to travel backward and forward into personal and transpersonal history, into possibilities that weren't realized and those that might be.

My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.