transcendental communication Quotes

God speaks in the silence of the heart, and we listen. And then we speak to God from the fullness of our heart, and God listens. And this listening and this speaking is what prayer is meant to be.

God's first language is Silence. Everything else is a translation.

Prayer enables you to tap into God's wisdom anywhere, anytime, no matter what's going on.

Music is the language of God. God's language, music, is not like mathematics or geometry. It is a language of love. If we love music, that is enough.

Amazing, isn't it, that our prayers...can move the very heart of God who created the universe?

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

The act of praying is the very highest energy of which the human mind is capable; praying, that is, with the total concentration of the faculties. The great mass of worldly men and of learned men are absolutely incapable of prayer.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

To pray to God is to flatter oneself that with words one can alter nature.

At some future day it will be proved, I cannot say when and where, that the human soul is, while in earth life, already in an uninterrupted communication with those living in another world.

I thought how we might have to yell to be heard by Higher Power, but that's not saying it's not there. And that is faith for you. It's belief even when the gods don't deliver.

The power of prayer is still the greatest ever known in this endless eternal universe.-The Watcher in The Avengers #14

For God's sake,' the dog is saying, 'open the universe a little more!

Prayer is not logical, it is a mysterious moral working of the Holy Spirit.

But of all other stupendous inventions, what sublimity of mind must have been his who conceived how to communicate his most secret thoughts to any other person, though very far distant either in time or place? And with no greater difficulty than the various arrangement of two dozen little signs upon paper? Let this be the seal of all the admirable inventions of man.

I have been at work for some time building an apparatus to see if it is possible for personalities which have left this earth to communicate with us.

God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.

Sometimes I think with the telephone that if I concentrate enough I could pour myself into it and I'd be turned into a mist and I would rematerialize in the room of the person I'm talking to. Is that too odd for you?

The language of silence is the language of God, the language of silence is the language of the heart.

Miracles happen. But prayer is needed! Prayer that is courageous, struggling and persevering, not prayer that is a mere formality.

I thought that the world was a vast system of signs, a conversation between giant beings. My actions, the cricket's saw, the star's blink, were nothing but pauses and syllables, scattered phrases from that dialogue. What word could it be, of which I was only a syllable? Who speaks the word? To whom is it spoken?

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

All information of a spiritual or personal nature will have to come from our father, who art in heaven, and I think he's in New York right now.

The images were gone, but Calvin was there, was with her, was part of her. She had moved beyond knowing him in sensory images to that place which is beyond images. Now she was kything Calvin, not red hair, or freckles, or eager blue eyes, or the glowing smile; nor was she hearing the deep voice with the occasional treble cracking; not any of this, but - Calvin. She was with Calvin, kything with every atom of her being, returning to him all the fortitude and endurance and hope which he had given her.