Quotes About Vastness

O God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.

the great is beyond ten feet square, the small enters the tiniest atom.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The sea! The sea!

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

It was as if, within that still winter night's vastness a strange soft-feathered bird of passage had come to beat its hopeless wings against the windows of her heart.

I am merely an insignificant creature on a microscopic blue dot in the vastness of space.

The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes—very rarely—impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.

The auditory perception is not sufficient for our knowledge of the world; it does not have vastness.

Bien que les étoiles ne parlent pas, même en étant silencieux, ils crient. Although the stars do not speak, even in being silent they cry out.

what filled the vast regions between

Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?

Never has a setting been so able to live without the souls traversing it.

Allora non sapevo ancora cosa è la vastità, eppure lo intuivo: il poter contenere in sé moltissime cose, anche tra loro contraddittorie, sapere che tutto ciò che sembra inconciliabile sussiste tuttavia in un suo ambito, e questo sentirlo senza perdersi nella paura, e anzi sapendo che bisogna chiamarlo col suo nome e meditarci sopra: ecco la cosa che proprio da mia madre ho imparato, ed è la vera gloria della natura umana

All this under a magnificent blue sky.

We're so far away from those stars

Then, all of a sudden, there was a great black hull, stretching farther than my eye could see.

Thousands of penguins dotted the pack in every direction

And though the pack in every direction appeared to stretch in endless desolation

It was as if they had suddenly emerged into infinity. They had an ocean to themselves, a desolate, hostile vastness. Shackleton thought of the lines of Coleridge: Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea.

He was never alone. A companionship of millions went with him, and he felt the Desert close, as stars are close to one another, or grains of sand.

I accept that there may be things far grander and more incomprehensible than we can possibly imagine.

You feel like an ant contemplating Chicago.

there wasn't anything beyond the Flamingo except desert and McCarran Field.