Quotes About Horizon

This phenomenology, however, is always on the horizon, because it is the will to exhaust the things themselves, which are inexhaustible. What makes it already be there--never there--is its radicalism, which gives way to an impassioned fermentation.

No more than the sky or the earth is the horizon a collection of things held together, or a class name, or a logical possibility of conception, or a system of 'potentiality of consciousness': it is a new type of being, a being by porosity, or by generality, and the one before whom the horizon opens is caught up, englobed, within it.

We experience a perception and its horizon "in action" rather than by "posing" them or explicitly "knowing" them.

The trans-phenomenal reality of love would be, not that of a positive being who is without doubt, but that of...a lack...the other person as occupying the entire horizon of my life and not as a positive being. Love is the same thing as privation.

The horizon is what, behind the thing, enables it to be a thing: gaps, ellipses, allusions to the sensible world, divergence, variation, difference of the 'world.

Every perception is the perception of something solely by way of being at the same time the relative imperception of a horizon or background which it implies but does not thematize. Perceptual consciousness is therefore indirect or even inverted in relation to an ideal of adequation which it presumes but never encounters directly.

A place where you can see a good view is also a good place to sit and dream!

Clever man is a chicken; it can fly, but a little. Genius, on the other hand, is a migratory bird; it can fly at high altitudes until He disappears on the horizon!

The reality was that while they might have eternity, there was violence on the horizon. And in the present. She wasn't intending on ignoring it. She couldn't. But she wasn't going to ignore them either. Just kiss me, ---." A look of hesitation crossed his face, but he didn't push her away. He swept her legs from under her and lifted her into his arms. " -Darkest Mercy (p 28)

Não existe terra, existem mares que estão vazios.

Sometimes it gets lonely here, the sea water collapses out beyond the horizon like the dream I thought I understood, only to find waking harder than the dream's horizon.

The sky all at once is overhead dim and grey, puzzle of blocks sprawl, their own horizon; the city looks like a cemetery full of weak daylight, cool and a little wrong, making Ella feel a little put upon, like leap-year day—nothing in itself, but a nudge jostling every other day.

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.

That land was so level that the only way you didn't see the stars was if you looked at your feet, and the sky smelled of deep water. I could have jumped off into it and swum wherever I wanted.

Il pouvait monter là-haut s'il le voulait. Monter et toucher l'horizon, sauter par-dessus et découvrir l'horizon suivant

He raised his eyes to a horizon carved from snowy mountain peaks, virgin white against the frigid blue sky. He could climb up there if he wanted. Climb up there and touch the horizon, jump across and find the next.

To their west a jungle of clouds has swallowed the sun before it dips below the horizon. It's like watching a flame burn through a soggy piece of newspaper.

The first pale suggestion of dawn has appeared on the horizon as a faint grey smudge. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote that the real dark night of the soul is always three o'clock in the morning, but that's not right. The darkest part of the night is just before dawn when we wake and peer through the curtains and wonder where the world has gone.

La felicidad no era un horizonte posible. El mundo nos había traicionado.

Rise and demand; you are a burning flame. You are sure to conquer there where the final horizon Becomes a drop of blood, a drop of life, Where you will carry the universe on your shoulders, Where the universe will bear your hope.

Nada é eterno nem adquirido, tudo é fugaz e passageiro. A ilusão - seja a de felicidade ou a de tristeza - é acreditar num horizonte fechado, ao alcance da vista, que ignora ou finge ignorar os horizontes sucessivos que estão para além do imediato.

The sky is like an invisible map of songs.

The desert. No seasons of bloom and decay. Just the endless turn of night and day. Out of time: and she is gazing- not over it, taken into it, for it has no measure of space, features that mark distance from here to there. In a film of haze there is no horizon, the pallor of sand, pink-traced, lilac-luminous with its own colour of faint light, has no demarcation from land to air. Sky-haze is indistinguishable from sand-haze. All drifts together, and there is no onlooker; the desert is eternity.

The equidistant sea and sky were divided for her by the line of gravity like an hour-glass, through which a ship wrapped in pink-mauve haze passed from one element to the other, coming down over the horizon