Quotes About Transcendence

I was looking for glimmers of light, but I only wanted to go looking for them in the hills where the dead spirits hung out.

And sometimes I think, man, all the people I get to hear this song with, we're going to miss each other when we die. When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Van Morrison's Astral Weeks

A buddha is the butterfly that finally emerges from the cocoon of the human life-form. (p. 63)

The sound of the rampaging Missouri,Bending the reeds again and again—something inside usLike a ghost train in the RockiesAbout to be buried in snow!Its long hootMaking the owl in the Douglas fir turn his head.

Cinema, like music, should wash away the dust of everyday life.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

And then how I shall lie through centuries,And hear the blessed mutter of the mass,And see God made and eaten all day long,And feel the steady candle flame, and tasteGood strong thick stupefying incense smoke!

They want to touch God.

When you reveal the inner workings of your creation, you become just one mere mortal among others. What is understandable is not awe inspiring

Spiritualize your warfare.

Your body is only clothing. Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.

Hopper sent to him, but you are here too strongly, and too long from your body.

The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer or the gears of a cycle transmission as he does at the top of a mountain or in the petals of a flower.

Superioritatea unui om care s-a eliberat de dorin?a de a tr?i este foarte mare.

I'd be (...) lying there on my back with my clothes on and looking up at the ceiling and watching the cigarette smoke flow up slow and splash against the ceiling like the upside-down slow-motion moving picture of the ghost of a waterfall or like the pale uncertain spirit rising up out of your mouth on the last exhalation, the way the Egyptians figured it, to leave the horizontal tenement of clay in its ill-fitting pants and vest.

For everything there is a season / But there is the dream / Of a season past all seasons.

Incarnation does not literally remove us from our eternal Home; rather, it simply limits our capacity to see the nonphysical parts of it. Death, then, is the dissolution of the veil that screened the nonphysical realm from us.

Death was the only question that contained its own answer, and when you asked the question and had the answer you were gone, you were nothing.

she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren't my thoughts. I couldn't think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.

but it seems to me there is something beyond words--any words--all words--something that always escapes you when you try to grasp it--and yet leaves something in your hand which you wouldn't have had if you hadn't reached for it.

She surrendered herself utterly to the charm of the moment.

There are some things that cannot be expressed in words.