Quotes about Transcendence
If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world
— CS Lewis
We do not need more intellectual power, we need more spiritual power. We do not need more of the things that are seen, we need more of the things that are unseen.
— Calvin Coolidge
What happens after death is so glorious that our imagination, our feelings do not suffice to form even an approimate conception of it. Memories and Dreams,Carl Jung
— Carl Jung
All temporal, partial experience of God inevitably leaves a sense of dissatisfaction behind.
— Geerhardus Vos
Live with power and energy that undeniably transcends their natural capacities and with an intensity of commitment that far exceeds anything they have previously demonstrated in their lives
— George Barna
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again.
— George Eliot
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
— Michelangelo
Flowers may beckon towards us, but they speak toward heaven and God.
— Henry Ward Beecher
In the faces of men and women I see God and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is signed by God's name, and I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoever I go others will punctually come for ever and ever.
— Walt Whitman
A great painting or symphony or play, doesn't diminish us, but enlarges us, and we, too, want to make our own cry of affirmation to the power of Creation behind the Universe.
— Madeleine L'Engle
At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
— Dante Alighieri
They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever. At first, as they stood there, their hands were clenched together. They relaxed slowly until during the walk back home their fingers were laced in as gentle a clasp as that of any two young girlfriends trotting up the road on a summer day wondering what happened to butterflies in the winter.
— Toni Morrison