Quotes About Transcendence

When Blue sang, a lyric became a libation; a song became a sacrament.

Charlotte believed in ghosts, for after all, she had been a kind of ghost herself.

It was as if gravity was suspended. It was like dancing, I thought, although I had never danced in my whole life. We were never to walk like that again.

I opened my eyes as if to a new beginning; nothing I saw was familiar to me, my head was empty, no thoughts, everything quite clean and the sky transparently blue, and I didn't know what I was called or even recognize my own body. Unnamed, I floated around looking at the world for the first time and felt it strangely illuminated and glassily beautiful...

The One remains, the many change and pass;Heaven's light forever shines, earth's shadows fly;Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,Stains the white radiance of eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments—Die,If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!

Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrateWith thine own hues all thou dost shine uponOf human thought or form.

The soul of Adonais, like a star,Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.

Peace is in the grave.The grave hides all things beautiful and good:I am a God and cannot find it there.

He is made one with Nature: there is heardHis voice in all her music, from the moanOf thunder to the song of night's sweet bird.

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,Spirit of Delight!

For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath awakened from the dream of life

Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert.

I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows it is divine.

Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.

If there are no reasons to suppose that we have existed before that period at which our existence apparently commences, then there are no grounds for supposing that we shall continue to exist after our existence has apparently ceased.

Like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. - Adonais

Paradise spread forth beyond the shadowy grave

Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Heaven has its own doors that open, bringing blessings from God to earth.

We must cut through the veils and enter worship in spirit and truth.