Quotes About Transcendence

Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end in one's head.

If we really want to achieve true prayer, we must turn our backs upon everything temporal, everything external, everything that is not divine.

Music is a form of prayer.

When the past has taught us that we have more within us than we have ever used, our prayer is a cry to the divine to come to us and fill us with its power.

Earth recedes, Heaven opens before me. If this is death, it is sweet! There is no valley here. God is calling me, and I must go.

When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet.

Prayer is more than meditation. In meditation, the source of strength is one's self. When one prays, he goes to a source of strength greater than his own.

I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.

The wings of prayer carry high and far.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

Fascism is a religious conception in which man is seen in his immanent relationship with a superior law and with an objective Will that transcends the particular individual.

And dreamed about death in the staggering particular, death as if death were still never yet heard of while something was ringing, she gasping, dissolving, slipping off into void while thinking over and over, I am not going to be, I will die, I won't be, and forever and ever, oh, Papa, don't let them, oh, don't let them do it, don't let me be nothing forever and melting, unraveling, ringing, the ringing—

the shaven head and the man in white pants and the black woolen

Naturally, we cannot say much about the spiritual body, because we cannot imagine what it would be like to have a spiritual body different from that which we now inhabit but it seems to me reasonable to believe that we are weaving our spiritual bodies as we go along.

I see thy glory like a shooting starFall to the base earth from the firmament.

For to be wise, and love,Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

O! hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace!

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must die,Passing through nature to eternity.

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high,Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

O proud death!What feast is toward in thine eternal cell?

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

Death, death: O, amiable lovely death!

Death is an absolute marvel.