Quotes About Horizon

The stars folded themselves away as the sun peeked above the horizon and cracked open the sky and I kissed him and we laughed and it was good.

Science is a collaborative enterprise, spanning the generations. When it permits us to see the far side of some new horizon, we remember those who prepared the way - seeing for them also.

Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.

It occurred to Bo that Texas songs were always about the sky because there simply wasn't anything else. No hill, no mound, not even a ripple of earth to break the dizzying sweep of the eye toward infinity. "Flat," she decided, was a term insufficient to the terrain. It was more than that. It was actually a negative pull, an inverted gasp of ground beneath a firmament so boundless it might threaten the sanity of even those who weren't already pushing the edge.

Dans cet océan blanc, où la vie Se recueille; et bientôt l'horizon Se couvrira de fleurs ... Chère maison amie Qui nous protège tous de la froide saison!

Beyond the light was that distant line of horizon she had glimpsed from on high—a line like a solitary prison bar, needing no intersection with other bars to keep her jailed. And she decided then and there that she would not stay here and be mocked; she would not.

Rose doesn't like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

The horizon, to remind you of your courage, sends its gentle waves of confidence to kiss your feet.

The lights have been dimmed and the window is awash in the blackness and he can see a hairline fracture of dawn against the horizon.

Louis] knew on some level that fame is not the story we tell; it is the story the world tells us. And the world was telling Louis it wanted to see itself reflected in gouache and charcoal of painted calico; that the human eye longed to trust the illusion of likeness. Render perfectly a meadow at dusk, a horizon at dawn, and people will love you for it. For giving them something they didn't know they already had.

The Thin Man I indulge myself In rich refusals. Nothing suffices. I hone myself to This edge. Asleep, I Am a horizon.

Everything was a tempest in grey and steely blue, the line of the horizon merely a suggestion.

As they traveled the sun and moon dipped in the sky and then rose again, moving around them in a stately dance. In the summer months, at the top of the world, neither sank below the horizon. The sky was both dark and light, the sun a tiny pale ball and the moon a long thin crescent, lying on its back like a bowl. Then, for a time, the sun was directly below the moon, looking insignificant and weak.

Die Stadt war weit, fern, nur noch ein sanftes Summen am Horizont, die Kette der Stunden war losgehakt, und die Zeit war so lautlos, als stände sie still.

Gledao sam naokolo. Više nisam bio sam. Na jugu, iza horizonta, urlao je sad jedan motor. Iza magle, bledim putevima jurila je pomo?. Farovi su sipali svetlost, gume su zviždale, a dve ruke ?vrsto držale volan. Dva oka su prodirala kroz tamu, hladno i pouzdano - o?i mog druga...

Why does man accept to live a trivial life? Because of the danger of a full horizon of experience, of course. This is the deeper motivation of philistinism, that it celebrates the triumph over possibility, over freedom. Philistinism knows its real enemy: freedom is dangerous. If you follow it too willingly it threatens to pull you into the air; if you give it up too wholly, you become a prisoner of necessity. The safest thing is to toe the mark of what is socially possible.

Once the person begins to look to his relationship to the Ultimate Power, to infinitude, and to refashion his links from those around him to that Ultimate Power, he opens up to himself the horizon of unlimited possibility, of real freedom.

Just like the sun coming up yonder out of the sea, pushing rays of light ahead of it.

Jackson brushed the sweep of his gaze along the flat horizon, and thought that he liked her voice. It was musical, soothing as the sound of Irish.

Is death like the event horizon of a black hole, where you fall forever?

The time of lurching blindly towards the horizon is over, for now there might be something just over the horizon. The time for decisive action has arrived. Time for throats to be cut. For at last there's someone to attack. Those who haven't understood till now, let them understand–we finally have a clear-cut enemy within reach.

Sea; sand; a sky that melts into the sea--a landscape of misty pastels with a look about it of being continiously on the point of melting.

It's exciting and refreshing to listen to new rock. And I like a lot of it - Filter, Vertical Horizon, Stabbing Westward... I even enjoy some Limp Bizkit and Kid Rock.

From where they stood, they could see the castle.