Quotes About Horizon

she would follow her father over the horizon and down the other side, where the world lay hidden.

On a Clear Day You Can See Forever

'Woman on the Plaza,' with its distinct horizon, snow-like surfaces, wintry wall, stunning sunlight, sharp shadows, and hurrying figure, would become the most biographical of my photographs - an abstract image of the landscape and life of northern Ohio where I grew up and first practiced photography.

our shadows stretched before us across the surface of the world.

Cowboys are used to a long focus, looking at a far horizon, not at a computer. So when a cowboy chooses to focus on you, it is a choice and he really focuses, like you matter, not like you just happen to be in his line of vision.

We used to believe that the highway went somewhere, that over the horizon was escape, places we'd never been and thought we wanted to go.

Just as we find it hard to see beyond the event horizon of a black hole, we also find it difficult to see beyond the event horizon of the historical Singularity. How can we, with our brains each limited to 10^16 to 10^19 cps, imagine what our future civilization in 2099 with its 10^60 cps will be capable of thinking and doing?

As the ground blossomed into greenness With the touch of the summer sun Matched the color of her eyes. She gazed out over the shifting seas And there appeared on the horizon A tall white sail That marked his coming. They say he took her Violently, Arrogantly, As was his fashion, And made her his. Theirs was no gentle love Born of soft romance, But a flaming passion Which burned the bitter memories of time, And set ablaze forever The shadows of their lives.

I've always been drawn to city skylines.

Dwellers by the sea are generally superstitious; sailors always are. There is something in the illimitable expanse of sky and water that dilates the imagination.

It's a brilliant surface in that sunlight. The horizon seems quite close to you because the curvature is so much more pronounced than here on earth. It's an interesting place to be. I recommend it.

Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

Vengeance and forgiveness are about reconciling the accounts, but accounting is an ugly description of the tangled ways we're connected. I sometimes think everything comes out even in the end, but an end that arches beyond the horizon, beyond our capacity to perceive or measure, and that in many cases those who trespass against you do so out of a misery that means the punishment preceded and even precipitated the crime. Maybe that's acceptance.

Alone in the car with my social life all before and behind me, I was suspended in the beautiful solitude of the open road, in a kind of introspection that only outdoor space generates, for inside and outside are more intertwined than the usual distinctions allow. The emotion stirred by the landscape is piercing, a joy close to pain when the blue is deepest on the horizon or the clouds are doing those spectacular fleeting things so much easier to recall than to describe.

now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by. Her horizon seemed to her limitless. Woolf gave us limitlessness, impossible to grasp, urgent to embrace, as fluid as water, as endless as desire, a compass by which to get lost.

Utopia is on the horizon," declares Eduardo Galeano. "When I walk two steps, it takes two steps back. I walk ten steps and it is ten steps further away. What is utopia for? It is for this, for walking." Judeo-Christian

When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless. . . . Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by. Her horizon seemed to her limitless.

Jusqu'au fond de l'horizon imaginable, jusqu'au bout du monde, il entendait la chute immense et molle des flocons.

But a man focused on the near horizon of cost can lose sight of the far horizon of potential windfall. -p139

Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.

Those who fly the highest see the furthest

The sea at the horizon was yet unchanged. It glittered blue and ageless, full of dancing points and nets of light in the late afternoon sun.

The Blind Watchmaker, by the same producer, gave me a new respect for his profession. At their best, Horizon producers (some of their programmes can be seen in America, often repackaged under the name Nova)

Overhead soft-bellied clouds panic toward the horizon like whales before the harpoon, and the wind runs addict's fingers through the trees that line the street.