Quotes About Transcendence

Above, air sighs the pines. It was this way when Rome was clanging, when Troy was being built, when campfires lighted caves. The white butterflies dance by the thousands in the still sunshine. Suddenly, anything could happen to you. Your soul pulls toward the canyon.

The artificial preservation of local identities is essential to tourism. In other words, the tourist represents both the attempt to transcend all borders and identities and the simultaneous attempt to fix the identities of non-Western subjects within its gaze.

Norwegian theologian O. Hallesby is "to loosen to some degree the ties which bind us to the world or material surroundings as a whole in order that we may concentrate all our spiritual powers upon the unseen and eternal things."The

An ampler ether, a diviner air.

The sunshine is a glorious birth;But yet I know, where'er I go,That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

...where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die...

Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Whatever explanation you prefer, men and women have for thousands of years been sharing their bodies with other beings, real or imagined. There is overwhelming documentation that, while engaged in such trances, people exhibit skills, talents, knowledge, and even physical strength and dexterity unavailable to them in their normal lives.

When it comes, you'll be dreaming that you don't need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it's part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

La adoración genuina equivale a reconocer nuestras limitaciones y reconocer que Dios no tiene limitaciones. Debemos postrarnos delante de Él; Él nos sobrepasa en todo.

He lived a life on the highest plane, a life much higher than ethics or morality. The life He lived was actually God Himself.

God likes to appear to us in this way. He does not come in the form of God but in the form of man, without making any declaration that He is Jehovah God.

Some of us – poets are not exactly poets. We live sometimes – beyond the word.

Even the tiniest plant that blooms for a fortnight and then is seen no more is vaster in its metaphysical roots than the entire cosmos in its visible form: for these roots extend into eternity. And how much more does this apply to man! "Before I formed thee in the womb, I knew the" (Jer. 1:5)

I know neither day nor night, and the whole world fades around me.

Our real self is not the captive of Space and Time

But my present point is this: what looks to the flattened-out imagination of late Western modernity like "lifeless" matter is in fact a world throbbing with God-given life. That life is constantly praising its maker by being, particularly and peculiarly, what it is.

I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.

God is one, greatest of gods and men, not like mortals in body or thought.

One god, greatest among gods and men, similar to mortals neither in shape nor even in thought.

The Divinity is so great, and of such a character, that He both sees and hears all things, is omnipotent, and attends to all things at once.

It's the most beautiful disappearance ever.