Quotes About Vastness

I wondered stony afternoons owning all their vastness.

The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.

In an infinite universe, there were too many things that escaped human understanding.

Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea. The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite from life?

The grandeur of space, dig it. Zillions of stars, each one gets its own pixel." "Awesome." "Maybe, but it's code's all it is.

Magnificent desolation.

God, how sometimes he hated the distances. Everything out here was just so far from the next.

When Cody looked out over the vista of green carpeted saddle slopes with tree-choked river valleys, massive red-veined geological upthrusts that bordered the eastern horizon until they gave up and became mountains, and the vast sprawling tableau of Yellowstone Lake miles ahead and below them, he said, "What big country.

wish that the great wilderness what still dominated up on mountains like the purple Catskills—standing in the distance to my left that afternoon—would

The difference between the sea and the land is that the sea is just.

There are a few lonely places in this world, and the wastes of the great Alaskan Interior are the loneliest of them all.

everything seems smaller than life

All these lands—is it possible even for mathematicians or their disciples to count all of them and know the number of all the lands visited?

He dreamt...he was a huge white egg floating in the sea of turquoise blue, and he was everything that there was.

Where the stars are scattered thinly,' quoted Barr, 'And the cold of space seeps in.

In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. This is what makes America what it is.

Canada is not so much a country as a clothesline nearly 4,000 miles long. St John's in Newfoundland is closer to Milan, Italy than to Vancouver.

Scenery here in Canada is by the mile, whereas in England it is by the foot. In England there is a great wealth of 'pretty bits'. In Canada there is a great lack of them. But there are grandeur, vastness and expansive views.

The brain is wider than the sky.

A great ship asks deep water.

You can never turn your back on the ocean.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

La montaña más desprovista de vida y más estéril sobre la faz de la Tierra, con el sueño ininterrumpido de años y años cubriendo su soledad, sigue conservando en su cabeza callada la emoción de una pasión poderosa.

My head reeled at the sheer and startling beauty, the wide, bare openness of it. The sense of space, the vastness of the sky above and on either side made my heart race, I would have travelled a thousand miles to see this. I had never imagined such a place.