Quotes About Insignificance

If all the heavens with all their stars exploded in this valley, they would be but a leaf fluttering in the wind. Here a tiny fish is mightier than a whale and nobody can say why.

Little crimes like mine didn't matter anymore. Little deaths like yours didn't make a sound.

As I grew older, I frequently turned to the sky for comfort, and being reminded of my slight significance within the context of the vast and enigmatic universe, I was comforted.

I can't even begin to visualize myself as a five-star general... When I think of the people who are five-star generals, I can't even see myself standing in their shadow.

One lesson astronomy tells us is that we're a tiny mote in a hostile void, and help is too far away.

I don't care about the Strikeforce belt.

I read the first chapter of A Brief History of Time when Dad was still alive, and I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all.

I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all.

I read the first chapter of A Brief History of Time when Dad was still alive, and I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all. When Dad was tucking me in that night and we were talking about the book, I asked if he could think of a solution to that problem. Which problem? The problem of how relatively insignificant we are.

Whoever has seen the universe, whoever has beheld the fiery designs of the universe, cannot think in terms of one man, of that man's trivial fortunes or misfortunes, though he be that very man. That man has been he and now matters no more to him. What is the life of that other to him, the nation of that other to him, if he, now, is no one? This is why I do not pronounce the formula, why, lying here in the darkness, I let the days obliterate me.

Glencairn, tal vez omnipotente en la ciudad que una firma al pie de un decreto le destinó, era una mera cifra en los engranajes de la administración del Imperio.

Ned felt vaguely insulted. And unimportant. It was one thing to hide away from the world. It was quite another to discover the world didn't miss you when you were gone.

It is good to feel small beneath the sparkling northern lights, small beside the mighty river. Nature is so close to us up here. My troubles and difficulties just shrivel up. I like being insignificant.

The valley below, the rock underfoot, and the mountain before him will outlast him. On the scale of this land, he is nothing; words like "shame" and "guilt" mean little here; and a reputation is no more than a fleeting blue flame, an evanescent spirit in a brandy glass.

Forget him, he's just another red-shirted extra making a cameo appearance in our lives.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

One day you'll discover that the opinions of worthless people are worthless.

Some people, well, most people just seem to show up on your life with no clear purpose. Have you noticed that? They're like dust mites. You know they're there, you just don't know what to do about them.

That was the worst of it. The sky didn't care. The Earth went on turning through an endlessness of dark and silence, and what happened in the thin scum seething over its crust didn't matter.

You should treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.

How much greater and more lasting the work of man's hands and mind was than man himself. Looking up at the exquisite tracery of the vaulted roof, listening to the majestic music pealing up to join it, she felt dwarfed and humble, yet raised up in spirit beyond her own little ant hill of living.

What makes a bit of ground holy? It is when and where God shows up. He can do this anywhere at any time. This means that the most insignificant place can be declared holy when God moves in. It can come when you least expect it.

I am my family's appendix, its unnecessary appendage.

Giants of literature, philosophy, and the arts have influenced my life, but what have I done with this life? I remain a speck in a tumultuous universe that has little concern for me. I am no more than dust, a mote - dust to dust. I am a blade of grass upon which the stormtrooper's boot stomps.