Quotes About Vastness

They were alone on sixty-four million square miles of ocean. A month earlier

Supe que contemplaba el mundo desde su cumbre más alta. Al fondo, muy bajo, se extendía, en un océano inmenso de puntos titilantes, el plano completo de las luces de la ciudad...

You will love the ocean. It makes you feel so... I don't know. Small, but not in a bad way. Small because you realize you're part of something bigger.

open prairie. For hours, Oscar had been

Everything, she had come to understand, was something like infinity.

It was like a landscape they could not see all at once; it was like the sky at night, which turned and turned so they couldn't find its edges. It would always feel too big.

up there: nothing but stars.

So does a whole world with all its greatnesses and littnlenesses, lie in a twinkling star.

Char me the trunk of a redwood tree. Give me pages of white chalk cliffs to write upon. Magnify me thousands of times, and replace my trifling immodesties with a titanic megalomania — then might I write largely enough for our subjects.

Have you ever heard anything more beautiful... than soul-shaking booming thunder filling the width and depth and height saturating with stunning sound the infinite and electrified sky?

...my candle to the Milky Way...

The Arctic expresses the sum total of all wisdom. Silence. Nothing but silence...

From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.

walked a few paces away from her, then turned his whole body towards the south; in this flat desert, it wasn't impractical to triple his axial span. He

It is one thing to speak of embracing the new, the fresh, the strange. It is another to feel that one is an insect, crawling across a page of the Encyclopedia Britannica, knowing only that something vast is passing by beneath, all without your sensing more than a yawning vacancy.

the sky was shrugging away the clouds

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

For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.

I don't pretend to understand the Universe - it's a great deal bigger than I am.

There are at least as many galaxies in our observable universe as there are stars in our galaxy.

About the 50th hour, I was going to start thinking about the edge of the universe. Is there an edge? Is this an envelope we're living inside of, or no, does it go onto infinity in both time and space? And there's nothing like swimming for 50 hours in the ocean that gets you thinking about things like this.

Philosophically, the universe has really never made things in ones. The Earth is special and everything else is different? No, we've got seven other planets. The sun? No, the sun is one of those dots in the night sky. The Milky Way? No, it's one of a hundred billion galaxies. And the universe - maybe it's countless other universes.

The stars don't look bigger, but they do look brighter.

Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are as sand, as dust - or less than dust - in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing.