Quotes About Vastness

It's hard to get your head around the scale of Australia.

A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

I like a certain grandeur to a landscape, which both the Arctic and coastal BC have. I like it to be at all times clear that people aren't the dominant fact of a particular geography.

May we have: A heart as pure as a crystal, A mind as radiant as the sun, A soul as vast as the universe, A spirit as powerful as God and one with God.

Indeed, Anselm, who is often seen as a key thinker in claiming that God is conceivable, writes that when gazing upon the Lord, the eye is darkened, noting that: Surely it is both darkened in itself and dazzled by you. Indeed it is both obscured by its own littleness and overwhelmed by your vastness.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.

The stars, Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields Of heaven.

The trouble with space is, there's so much of it. An ocean of blackness without any shore. A neverending nothing. And here, all alone in the million billion miles of midnight, is one solitary moving speck. A fragile parcel filled with sleeping people and their dreams.

One lesson astronomy tells us is that we're a tiny mote in a hostile void, and help is too far away.

An ocean could not explain the distance we have traveled.

The river was blue then like extension of the sky.

I leaned way back to gaze at the blanket of blue sky where a few small clouds hung, white as the fleece of a new lamb. "Even out on the ocean," Bill said, "Father Sky will be above us. We will never be forgotten by the sky.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

I've given you my emptiness: it may not be unlike your emptiness: in voyages, there are wide reaches of water with no islands:

The best way to imagine how big the emptiness of nature is, is to jam it with humanity.

And a wheat thin the size of Lake Tahoe.

And the Milky Way belted heaven with ice and silver, and the Magellanic Clouds were not vague shimmers but roiling and glowing; and the Andromeda galaxy gleamed sharp across more than a million light-years; and you felt your soul drowning in those depths and hastily pulled your vision back to the snug cabin that held you.

The day lies ahead empty of landmarks, like a prairie, like an untraversable plain.

Tive a sensação de que poderia nadar quilômetros, até o alto-mar; um desejo de liberdade, um impulso de me mover me puxava como se fosse um fio amarrado no meu peito. Era um impulso que eu conhecia bem, e havia aprendido que não era o chamado de um mundo maior, como eu antes acreditava que fosse. Era simplesmente um desejo de escapar do que eu tinha. O fio não conduzia a lugar nenhum exceto a vastidões de anonimato que não paravam de crescer.

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.

America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

There's a bigger universe at hand.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!