Quotes About Horizon

That night and for years afterward, she had envisioned another dream land, built from the imaginings of powerful women dreamers. Perhaps it would have fewer gods, she thought as she watched the moon vanish over the horizon, leaving her in the darkness of the ninety-seven stars.

I stood facing the horizon over the East Sea. What had become of the seventeen hundred koan-riddles? The sound of waves the sound of waves. Playing with you I threw them away.

She is sure of many things. She is certain that her daughter loves her in a way that will last forever. She's sure that she has this moment, this day, & maybe a few hours after that. She's sure of the past, & what might linger on the horizon only as far as she can see. She's certain that if you take your grief & you hold on tight to it, it multiplies & divides & soon conquers you so that it wins a war that was never meant to be started.

Papa is restless in the Field. He cannot find the rhythm. He doesn't know the step. His eye upon the horizon; his mind is in the world. His heart has left us already. His feet will follow.

As with language, culture offers to the individual a horizon of latent possibilities—a flexible and invisible cage in which he can exercise his own conditional liberty.

This was how he saw himself: balancing on the event horizon, trying not to get sucked into the black hole, trying to hang on to the light.

Finally, as the stars began to prick the lavender sky in the east

She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.

It is precisely resemblance that reconciles habit and novelty, balancing them out, fusing them at some indefinite point, acting as their horizon line.

The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by trying to put it into form. To find the feeling of infinity on the horizon line or just over the next hill.

Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea. And the East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be.

No wonder simple men have always had their gods dwell in the high places. For as soon as a man lets his eye drop from the heavens to the horizon, he risks setting it on some scene of desolation.

We shall keep our horizon perfectly, absolutely, crystallinely open, ready every day for the scouring gales of impulse.

A person can grow only as much as his horizon allows.

Now go and stand at the precipice and stare out over the valley. You will not find your future in the view, though, however beautiful it is. It is the one beside you who is your horizon. But you already know that, don't you. - the Gray Wolf

The longstanding thorn in your side Captain Numos is stupid. In fact, Numos is so dense that I'm surprised he doesn't have his own event horizon.

Now we were on the great Texas plain and, as Dean said, You drive and drive and you're still in Texas tomorrow night.

We were so used to traveling we had to walk all over Long Island, but there was no more land, just the Atlantic Ocean, and we could only go so far.

I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. It's all the same thing, I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.

A western kinsman of the sun, Dean. Although my aunt warned me that he would get me in trouble, I could hear a new call and see a new horizon, and believe it at my young age; and a little bit of trouble or even Dean's eventual rejection of me as a buddy, putting me down, as he would later, on starving sidewalks and sickbeds—what did it matter? I was a young writer and I wanted to take off.

Across the immense plain of night lay the first Texas town, Dalhart, which I'd crossed in 1947. It lay glimmering on the dark floor of the earth, fifty miles away. The land by moonlight was all mesquites and wastes. On the horizon was the moon. She fattened, she grew huge and rusty, she mellowed and rolled, til the morning star contended and dews began to blow in our windows-and still we rolled.

Her own limits were the limits of her horizon; but limited minds can recognize limitations only in others. And so she felt that her outlook was very wide indeed, and that where his conflicted with hers marked his limitations; and she dreamed of helping him to see as she saw, of widening his horizon until it was identified with hers.

I smelled war on the horizon, with more deaths and trouble to come" Bombing of the Twin TowersFrom Rape of a Nation by Sara Niles