Quotes About Transcendence

Perhaps," said Owen dreamily, it is the prisoned infinite in us calling out to its kindred infinite as expressed in that visible perfection.

The act of breathing begins our life as we come out of the womb; in our last moment, when we cease breathing, our life is over. It only makes sense that the breath should also have a profound influence on all the moments in between.

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

Alguien tenía que asistir a Rosaura desde el más allá, porque los del más acá no tenían manera. No

She felt love: real Love. The kind of love that makes no distinction, that doesn't separate, that is not contained within a body. She cried from so much love.

Un instante de paz donde todo se comprendía, donde todo tenía sentido, aunque no pudiera explicarse con palabras, pues no había lenguaje que lo pueda nombrar.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

biz varsak, ölüm yok;-ölüm varsa-biz yokuz.

You know the reason I love the stars is because we can't hurt them: we can't burn them, we can't melt them , we can't make them overflow, we can't flood them or burn them up—so we keep reacing for them

And you know the reason I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them. We can't burn them, or melt them, or make them overflow. We can't flood them, or blow them up, or turn them out. But we are reaching for them. We are reaching.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up. That's when they can hear us true.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

God's real and subtle nature must be clear of distinctions: a glass of spring-water, tasteless, odourless, merely refreshing: and surely its appeal would be to the few, the very few, real contemplatives?

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

loveliness is infernally sad.

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

Astronomy compels the soul to look upwards and leads us from this world to another.

Science has a simple faith, which transcends utility... It is the faith that it is the privilege of man to learn to understand, and that this is his mission.

It gives me a deep comforting sense that Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.

The contemplation of celestial things will make a man both speak and think more sublimely and magnificently when he descends to human affairs.

Philosophy always requires something more, requires the eternal, the true, in contrast to which even the fullest existence as such is but a happy moment.

What good your beautiful proof on the transcendence of Pi: Why investigate such problems, given that irrational numbers do not even exist?