Quotes About Vastness

how there's very little difference in the size of the tiniest microbe and the greatest galaxy.

Que la terre est petite à qui la voit des cieux! Delille. How small is the earth to him who looks from heaven

But I kept looking at that enormous sweep of [Texas] land, stretching out to eternity so you couldn't stay afraid because fears were so small they just lost themselves. The only other place I know where you can see that far and makes you feel the same way is the ocean

Que la terre est petite à qui la voit des cieux! Delille.

Out by that ocean, you feel smaller, less important, somehow; it puts things into proportion

the world is not a place but the vastness of the soul. And the soul is nothing more than love, limitless, endless, all that moves us toward knowing what is true. . .And believing in ghosts - that's believing that love never dies. If people we love die, then they are lost only to our ordinary senses. If we remember, we can find them anytime with our hundred secret senses.

I think Kwan intended to show me the world is not a place but the vastness of the soul. And the soul is nothing more than love, limitless, endless, all that moves us toward knowing what is true.

Have been reading Spengler exultantly. I never expected to experience such a sense of wonder, of vastness and richness.

My life seemed like a speck of dust in comparison to the universe.

A dim vastness is spread before our souls: the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision; and we desire earnestly to surrender up our whole being, that it may be filled with the complete and perfect bliss of one glorious emotion. But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant there becomes the present here, all is changed: we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.

Oh, distance is like the future: before our souls lies an entire day and dusky vastness which overwhelms our feelings as it overwhelms our eyes, and ah! we long to surrender the whole of our being, and be filled with all the joy of one single, immense, magnificent emotion. And then, ah! once we hasten onwards, and what lay ahead becomes the here and now, everything is just as it was, and there we are, as poor and confined as ever, our souls longing for the elusive balm.

What a thing is Man, this lauded demi-god! Does he not lack the very powers he has most need of? And if he should soar in joy, or sink in sorry, is he not halted and returned to his cold, dull consciousness at the very moment he was longing to be lost in the vastness of infinity?

Auf der Welle blinken Tausend schwebende Sterne, Welche Nebel trinken Rings die türmende Ferne;

The universe has been around for 13.8 billion years and

She would have to grow large enough to contain the whole world, or the whole great world turn out to be small enough after all to fit within the compass of her bosom.

I think we are Somehow dealing not with a man but with a geography.

When awful darkness and silence reignOver the great Gromboolian plain,Through the long, long wintry nights.

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

A man to match the mountains and the sea.

My favorite color... the seam of a desert horizon.

The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we're all going to live forever!

The sky suggests the vastness of creation and the smallness of man's ambition. It startles us out of our dreams of vanity, it silences our pride, it stills the lust to get and spend. It is more dangerous for a human soul to fall into than for a human body to fall out of.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

as he would a constellation in the sky,