Quotes About Transcendence

And yet; and yet; sometimes, as at this moment, at dusk, in the wind, we catch, with a sixth sense we don't know we have, glimpses of that larger world—vast shapes of cosmic significance, a sense of everything holy to dimensions beyond sense or thought or even feeling—this visible world of ours, lit from within, stuffed vibrant with reality.

He felt himself dissolving down into the great mass of the mountain, tumbling slowly down through the rock. The mountain mumbled in his ear, I am. With a puff of its cheeks it blew him aloft, threw his atoms out into the sky. They tumbled off on the wind and dispersed to every point of the compass . . .until his body and California were contiguous, united, one. Only his vision remained separate.

What can I say, friends?" he cried. "This is the thing itself, there are no words for this. This is what words ask for.

Possess nothing and be possessed by nothing. Put away what you have in your head, give what you have in your heart. Here a world and there a world, we are seated on the threshold.

I died as mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal. I died as animal and I was human. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die human, To soar with angels blessed above. And when I sacrifice my angel soul I shall become what no mind ever conceived.

What if one were up there, drifting about among suns and feeling the tails of comets fan one's forehead! How small the earth was and how puny the people; a Norway of two million provincial souls and a mortgage bank to help feed them! What was life worth at such a rate? You elbowed yourself ahead in the sweat of your face for a few mortal years, only to perish all the same, all the same!

Para qué preocuparse de lo que comería, de lo que bebería, de lo que introduciría en la miserable caja de gusanos, que se llamaba mi cuerpo terrestre?

Chi ha contemplato una volta con i propri occhi la bellezza della natura non è destinato alla morte come pensa Platen, bensì alla natura stessa, di cui ha intravisto le meraviglie.

Bough of a tree to the rain . . ." he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.

In a relationship the way to overcome problems, is to focus our attention on higher principles that can help us transcend them.

To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.

Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?

After all the great religions have been preached and expounded, man is still confronted with the Great Mystery.

I am not interested in the afterlife. Religion is supposed to be about losing your ego, not preserving it eternally in optimum conditions.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

Things divine are not attainable by mortals who understand sensual things.

I am striving to give back the Divine in myself to the Divine in the All.

When all that's left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we'll know what it means when the last human breath expires.

Above all we have to go beyond words and images and concepts. No imaginative vision or conceptual framework is adequate to the great reality.

Religion is the human attitude towards a sacred order that includes within it all being-human or otherwise-i.e., belief in a cosmos, the meaning of which both includes and transcends man.

Go beyond science, into the region of metaphysics. Real religion is beyond argument. It can only be lived both inwardly and outwardly.

God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.

In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.

Metaphor is the only possible language available to religion because it alone is honest about Mystery.