#exaltation

Jesus Christ, the condescension of divinity, and the exaltation of humanity. ↗

— Phillips Brooks

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None but a poet can write a tragedy. For tragedy is nothing less than pain transmuted into exaltation by the alchemy of poetry. ↗

— Edith Hamilton

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No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily. ↗

— Andre Breton

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In every commercial state, notwithstanding any pretension to equal rights, the exaltation of a few must depress the many. ↗

— Adam Ferguson

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The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as poetry. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

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Humanism: an exaltation of freedom, but one limited by our need to exercise it as an integral part of nature and society. ↗

— John Ralston Saul

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The universal human laws - need, love for the beloved, fear, hunger, periodic exaltation, the kindness that rises up naturally in the absence of hunger/fear/pain - are constant, predictable, reliable, universal, and are merely ornamented with the details of local culture. ↗

— George Saunders

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In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation. ↗

— Stephane Mallarme

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My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#am #analysis #atmosphere #crave #dull

Christopher couldn't recall what day it was; he certainly didn't know what hour it was. It was a gray day, but there was no dullness in that gray. It was shimmering pearl-gray, of a color bounced back by shimmering water and shimmering air. It was a crimson-edged day, like a gray squirrel shot and bleeding redly from the inside and around the edges. Yes, there was the pleasant touch of death on things, gushing death and gushing life. ↗

— R.A. Lafferty

#senses #change