Quotes About Transcendence

I want to hold my breath for as long as it takes. I want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally sitll. Like being a cough away from death. Not really there- not really here.

And so art is everywhere, since artifice is at the very heart of reality. And so art is dead, not only because its critical transcendence is gone, but because reality itself, entirely impregnated by an aesthetic which is inseparable from its own structure, has been confused with its own image. Reality no longer has the time to take on the appearance of reality. It no longer even surpasses fiction: it captures every dream even before it takes on the appearance of a dream.

Oare dispare vreodat? complet, în ceea ce este frumos ?i în ceea ce este r?u, în ceea ce este viu ?i în ceea ce este mort, povara zdrobitoare a trecutului?

Divine departed as she would have desired, in a mixture of fantasy and sordidness.

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when at night I walk barefoot in my sandals across fields of snow at the Austrian border, I shall not flinch, but then, I say to myself, this painful moment must concur with the beauty of my life, I refuse to let this moment and all the others be waste matter; using their suffering, I project myself to the mind's heaven.

I wanted to swallow myself by opening my mouth very wide and turning it over my head so that it would take in my whole body, and then the Universe, until all that would remain of me would be a ball of eaten thing which little by little would be annihilated: that is how I see the end of the world.

Je revoyais, sous la clarté de mon briquet, Clarius étendu sur l'herbe, sur sa croix je veux dire ; j'entendais son « Tue-moi ». Au point où il en était, ça faisait un homme voué à la mort.

achievements. The world is directed towards the perceiver, it celebrates the ultimate perceiver. He who is established in the Self is in no way interested in theologies and cosmologies.

Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods!

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.

Artists are men who want to become inhuman.

To be immortal and then die.

To free "God" from his quotation marks would require nothing less than to free him from metaphysics, hence from the Being of beings.

How could you ever have loved a man so cruel?' Trusia lifted her chin at that, and regarded me intensely; her voice held a trace of indignance, and I understood that the depth of her love for my father transcended all else. 'You speak as though I had a choice,' she said.

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

To be grounded in an attitude of compassion is to be capable of receiving and welcoming the suffering, which the other is giving us. This does not mean that we suffer for them, but that we offer them possibility of going beyond the separate self in which suffering is harbored. (59)

Let us forget the lapse of time; let us forget the conflict of opinions. Let us make our appeal to the infinite, and take up our positions there. Chuang Tzu

All fear is ultimately fear of no-self. "And what is enlightenment," I ask Sarah, "but a swan dive into the abyss of no-self?

Surrender is victory.

and it's like nothing matters, not even time, and for a couple hours I can just be.

Music is most magical when everyone can lose the burden of self and be put back together as a part of something bigger, or other. I think of it as egos blending, singer into musician into listener. Something like that feels right to me. Anyway, it's something worth aiming for.

In other words, we must distrust the rational, the logical, the sane, in an attempt to reach for something higher, for something more worthy.