Quotes About Vastness

I remember thinking this is everything that England means to me. The huge, flat landscapes with deep reds and greens. Daunting and terrifying and incredible. We should see it more on film, I think.

in a world where vast geographical spaces could suddenly shrink to the dimensions of a coffin

Outside, she knew, the sky was speckled with stars. How could anyone number them one by one, as the psalm said? There were too many. The sky was too big.

she knew, the sky was speckled with stars. How could anyone number them one by one, as the psalm said? There were too many. The sky was too big.

Hava hâlâ, grimtrak bulutlar aras?nda kaybolan uçsuz bucaks?z ufkun seçilebileceÄŸi kadar ayd?nl?kt?.

But the desert offers something that no forest brook or valley ever can: distance. A

The two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us

For a moment, the two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us.

he saw from the vastness of the ruin what ecstasy he had lost, what a communion.

She too is enamoured of heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the sea.

The sky settles everything.

The vastness of life around us helps eliminate self-centeredness. We are not doing the Vision Quest to make ourselves feel important or to be interesting to our friends but to realize the vastness of the universe and our oneness with it.

The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head; So here upon my back I'll lie And look my fill into the sky. And so I looked, and, after all, The sky was not so very tall. The sky, I said, must somewhere stop, And — sure enough! — I see the top! The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

The most attractive feature of Alaska, I say, is its small, insignificant human population.

There is something about the desert.… There is something there which the mountains, no matter how grand and beautiful, lack; which the sea, no matter how shining and vast and old, does not have.

There is something about the desert that the human sensibility cannot assimilate, or has not so far been able to assimilate. Perhaps that is why it has scarcely been approached in poetry or fiction, music or painting;

Whirlwinds dance across the salt flats, a pillar of dust by day; the thornbush breaks into flame at night. What does it mean? It means nothing. It is as it is and has no need for meaning. The desert lies beneath and soars beyond any possible human qualification. Therefore, sublime.

The desert attracts the nomad, the ocean the sailor, the infinite the poet.

Both the grand and the intimate aspects of nature can be revealed in the expressive photograph. Both can stir enduring affirmations and discoveries, and can surely help the spectator in his search for identification with the vast world of natural beauty and wonder surrounding him.

You are so proud of your intelligence," said the master. "You are like a like a condemned man, proud of the vastness of his prison cell.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.

The stars were so many and so white they looked like chips of ice, hammered through the fabric of the sky.

on her best days, she glimpses the limitless span of millennia behind her: millions of years, tens of millions.