Quotes About Transcendence

That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a feat as that he can create it, for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the act of destruction, man sets himself above life; he transcends himself as a creature. Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death. What will happen afterwards? And what can possibly become of us?

But you will understand me anyways, even without words. Everything is so new to me that I cannot express it; I didn't know that my breathe could love, that my nails could love, that even my death could love. And I don't care how much it will last, or whether I can hold it or not, or whether I will be able to express it properly.

Meil? - tai troškimas perduoti toliau tai, ko negali išlaikyti. - Perduoti toliau? K?? G?žteliu pe?iais. - Tam esama daug vard?. Galb?t sav?j? aš, kur? norim išsaugot. Arba savo širdis. Taip ir pasakykim: širdis. Arba savo ilges?. Savo širdis.

In his last moments, she said, he had run his fingers over his bedding as if playing the piano. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. "Isn't it wonderful? That's what I call music.

The point is that if the love object is divine perfection, then one's own self is elevated by joining one's destiny to it.

The healthy person, the true individual, the self-realized soul, the real man, is the one who has transcended himself.

The self must be destroyed, brought down to nothing, in order for self-transcendence to begin. Then the self can begin to relate itself to powers beyond itself. It has to thrash around in its finitude, it has to die, in order to question that finitude, in order to see beyond it. To what? Kierkegaard answers: to infinitude, to absolute transcendence, the the Ultimate Power of Creation which made finite creatures.

It is impossible to get blood from a stone, to get spirituality from a physical being.

Man is naturally humble, naturally grateful, naturally guilty, naturally transcended, naturally a sufferer; he is small, pitiful, weak, a passive taker who tucks himself naturally in a beyond of superior, awesome, all-embracing power.

This is the most remarkable achievement of the Christian world picture: that it could take slaves, cripples, imbeciles, the simple and the mighty, and make them all secure heroes, simply by taking a step back from the world into another dimension of things, the dimension called heaven.

Society provides the second line of defense against our natural impotence by creating a hero system that allows us to believe that we transcend death by participating in something of lasting worth.

Up up up and into nowhere

We had seen God in His splendours, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

Und könnte [das Ich] eine Leere, eine Losgelassenheit, eine disparate, gar absurde Schranke auch noch spüren, wenn keine Bewegung in ihm wäre, die an die Schranke stößt? […] Die Akte des Überschreitens selber lassen sich jedenfalls nicht nihilisieren, nicht einmal dort, wo die härteste Gegenutopie: der Tod jedes irdische Dunkel so unermesslich überbietet, unterbietet.

Our citizenship is in eternity; history is our temporary residence.

En un momento como el actual, en el que los ojos apenas se posan un instante en un tema antes de saltar a otro más escandaloso, más llamativo, los libros han de recuperar el ritmo lento, la necesidad de transcendencia imprescindible para que la reflexión y el aprendizaje brinden un mínimo de sentido a la sociedad moderna.

The ability to go anywhere in our imagination is a pure expression of individual freedom. It is a creative force that can help us transcend reality.

Sometimes they come sheepishly; sometimes they arrive desperate, dejected, enraged. They don't just miss sex, the act; they miss the feeling of connection, playfulness, and renewal that sex allows them. I invite you to join me in my conversations with these questers as we work toward opening up and coming a step closer to transcendence.

We ground ourselves in familiarity, and perhaps achieve a peaceful domestic arrangement, but in the process we orchestrate boredom. The verve of the relationship collapses under the weight of all that control. Stultified, couples are left wondering, "Whatever happened to fun? What ever happened to excitement, to transcendence, to awe?

Love arises from within ourselves as an imaginative act, a creative synthesis that aims to fulfill our deepest longings, our oldest dreams, that allows us both to renew and transform ourselves." Love is at once an affirmation and a transcendence of who we are.

Octavio Paz writes, "The moment of merging is a crack in time, a balm against the wounds inflicted by the minutes and hours of time. A moment totally eternal as it is ephemeral." It is a leap into a world beyond.

I thought I knew what love was, but I have never felt like this before" is a common refrain. People in this state talk to me about love, transcendence, awakening, destiny, divine intervention—something so pure that they could not pass it by, because "to deny those feelings would have been an act of self-betrayal.

An infant, in his first sleepiness, must let go of the world; a man must learn to die. What comes between are the grains of sand. Ambition. Loss. Envy. Desire. Hatred. Love. Tenderness. Joy. Shame. Loneliness. Ecstasy. Ache. Surrender.