Quotes About Earth

Nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, tenernos un talento especial para arruinar las cosas grandes y hermosas.

There, on the precipice of earth, a small steam feather uprose like the first of a storm cloud yet to come.

There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.

let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we're allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big.

There was going to be a war on Earth. He went out to peer into the sky. Yes, there it was.

The men of Earth came to Mars.

Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth? But when he was held, rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane.

I'm not surprised at anything any more, said the old man. I'm just looking. I'm just experiencing. If you can't take Mars for what she is, you might as well go back to Earth.

La maggior parte di noi non può correre qua e là notte e giorno, parlare con tutti, conoscere tutte le città della terra, non abbiamo tempo, denaro, nemmeno tanti amici. Le cose che voi cercate, Montag, sono su questa terra, ma il solo modo per cui l'uomo medio potrà vederne il novantanove per cento sarà un libro.

Se le podían ver los pensamientos nadando como peces en los ojos; unos brillantes, otros sombríos, unos rápidos y fugaces, otros lentos y pacíficos; y a veces, como cuando miraba la Tierra, los ojos eran sólo color y nada más.

No arruinaremos este planeta -dijo el capitán-. Es demasiado grande y demasiado hermoso. -¿Cree usted que no? Nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, tenemos un talento especial para arruinar las cosas grandes y hermosas.

I remember. Montag clung to the earth. I remember. Chicago. Chicago, a long time ago. Millie and I. That's where we met! I remember now. Chicago. A long time ago.

Night after night for every year and every year, for no reason at all, the woman comes out and looks at the sky, her hands up, for a long moment, looking at the green burning of Earth, not knowing why she looks, and then she goes back and throws a stick on the fire, and the wind comes up and the dead sea goes on being dead.

Why, we're just petty insects, all of us, fighting on a pinhead planet.

How interesting! In the older view the goddess Universe was alive, herself organically the Earth, the horizon, and the heavens.

Spiritually, however, the center is where sight is. Stand on a height and view the horizon. Stand on the moon and view the whole earth rising—even, by way of television, in your parlor." The result is an unprecedented expansion of horizon

The only myth that is going to be worth thinking about in the immediate future is one that is talking about the planet, not the city, not these people, but the planet, and everybody on it.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it much.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

Oh the glamour of youth! Oh the fire of it, more dazzling than the flames of the burning ship, throwing a magic light on the wide earth, leaping audaciously to the sky, presently to be quenched by time, more cruel, more pitiless, more bitter than the sea—and like the flames of the burning ship surrounded by an impenetrable night.

The cabman looked at the pieces of silver, which, appearing very minute in his big, grimy palm, symbolised the insignificant results which reward the ambitious courage and toil of a mankind whose day is short on this earth of evil.

We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.