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Quotes about Transcendence

Just Imagine. No illness. Ever. No pain. No aging or frailty of any kind. No loss or grief or tears. And obviously no more dying, not even if the stars shattered into motes and the moon disintegrated like a corpse beneath the sea.
— Toni Morrison
God isn't amalgamated into His creation. He is not a tree, a river, or a butterfly. Rather than being a part of His creation, God is above and outside of it.
— Tony Evans
One name by itself can't fully represent God's majesty & power.
— Tony Evans
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
— Carl Jung
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again.
— George Eliot
Music sweeps by me as a messenger carrying a message that is not for me.
— George Eliot
Excite the soul, and the weather and the town and your condition in the world all disappear; the world itself loses its solidity, nothing remains but the soul and the Divine Presence in which it lives.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again...
— George Eliot
As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.
— Jack Kerouac
Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for me Besides, girls aren't as good as they look And Samadhi is better than you think When it starts in hitting your head In with Buzz of glittergold Heaven's Angels, wailing, saying We've been waiting for you since morning, Jack Why were you so long dallying in the sooty room? This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop.
— Jack Kerouac
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
— Jack Kerouac
Meditate outdoors. The dark trees at night are not really the dark trees at night, it's only the golden eternity.
— Jack Kerouac