Quotes About Transcendence

Search for the Divine Being.

It is easy to become disillusioned with the circumstances of our lives compared to others'. But in the presence of God, He gives us a deeper peace and joy that transcends it all.

He who can see his own mistake can become absolute supreme Self (Parmatma)!

Like God, art seemed to hover over us, perhaps benevolent, and often sublime, but constantly, maddeningly out of reach.

Good design, like good painting, cooking, architecture or whatever you like, is a manifestation of the capacity of the human spirit to transcend its limitations.

When the divine vision is attained, all appear equal; and there remains no distinction of good and bad, or of high and low.

For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and evil themselves, however, are but intervening shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds.

People who meditate seek good moments forever. They know that there are other worlds beyond this world. They feel it. I experience those worlds when I meditate.

Great art picks up where nature ends.

Great literature transcends its native land, but none that I know of ignores its soil.

What I'm dealing with is so vast and great that it can't be called the truth. It's above the truth.

Death is a great tragedy…a profound loss…I don't accept it…I think people are kidding themselves when they say they are comfortable with death.

Heaven is reality itself. All that is fully real is Heavenly. For all that can be shaken will be shaken and only the unshakeable remains.

There is one Quality, which has somewhat so heavenly in it; that by so much the more we are possess'd of it, by so much the more we draw nearer to the Great Author of Nature.

Truly great architecture always transcends its stated function, sometimes in unanticipated ways.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

Once the bliss of the Soul (Self) is attained, it never leaves you. Bliss of the Soul (Self) is eternal.

Fly me high through the starry skies or maybe to an astral plane, cross the highways of fantasy, help me to forget today's pain.

And the revelation was a little like what saints receive on mountains - a further chapter in the history of the mystery.

Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

There is nothing beyond God, and the sense enjoyments are simply something through which we are passing now in the hope of getting better things.