Quotes About Vastness

Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazinghigh above your head. But IN you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.

And if what is near you is far away, then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great; be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend.

A world will come over you, the happiness, the wealth, the inconceivable greatness of a world.

A happy poet who writes about his window and the glass doors of his bookcases that reflect pensively a beloved, lonely vastness. This is the poet I would have liked to become (...)

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

Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint...

the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light;

The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far away along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.

He looked upon the immortal sea with the awakened and groping perception of its heartless might; he saw it unchanged, black and foaming under the eternal scrutiny of the stars; he heard its impatient voice calling for him out of a pitiless vastness full of unrest, turmoil, and of terror. He looked afar upon it, and he saw an immensity tortured and blind, moaning and furious, that claimed all the days of his tenacious life, and, when life was over, would claim the worn-out body of its slave...

To the west, the Pacific Ocean, which revulses me, for its vastness cannot be fitted into any box.

Aren't our problems so small when we look at something big, like the sky?

Then I come out on the shoulder of the hill, and there is the whole sky, immense and full of light that has drowned the stars. Its edges are piled with hills. Over Stannard Mountain the air is hot gold, and as I watch, the sun surges up over the crest and stares me down.

Life is short but it is wide.

Nim loved the ocean because it was always there, wherever she looked and as far as she could see, but it was too huge and powerful to understand and too dangerous to

See the stars at night. They seem so small to your eyes, but their light shines for millions of miles. Be like those stars— small in your own eyes, yet radiant to all.

Trust the energy that Courses through you. Trust Then take surrender even deeper. Be the energy. Don't push anything away. Follow each Sensation back to its source In vastness and pure presence.

Outer space is everything.

It was the farthest she had ever been from home, not only in miles but in feeling. The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the cloudless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness.

Heat, like a dry ocean through which they had to swim.

In front of him, a flat pan of dry and lifeless earth stretched as far as he could see. Not a single tree. Not a bush. No hills or valleys. Just an orange-yellow sea of dust and rocks; wavering currents of heated air boiled on the horizon

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

a little run in the sheer black of the universe