Quotes about Transcendence

What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.

For me, performance is a holy ground. When I perform, I really step into a different state of consciousness.

By virtue of Creation, and still more the Incarnation, nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see.

spiritual discipline frees us from the gravity of this present age and allows us to soar with the saints and angels.

Perhaps the most shockingly transcendent thing about the God we worship is that He is pleased to stoop down to us, to draw near, to know us, love us, walk with us, and call us all by name.

When you totally forgive your enemy, you have crossed over into the supernatural realm. Perhaps you are like me and wish

What makes a bit of ground holy? It is when and where God shows up. He can do this anywhere at any time. This means that the most insignificant place can be declared holy when God moves in. It can come when you least expect it.

Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.

Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us.

Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.

Of that ineffable essence which we call Spirit, he that thinks most, will say least.

See yonder leafless tree against the sky, How they diffuse themselves into the air, And ever subdividing separate, Limbs into branches, branches into twigs, As if they loved the element, & hasted To dissipate their being into it.