Quotes About Smallness

To little men, gods send little things.

Really great things, when discussed by little men, can usually make such men grow big.

The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race can no more be exterminated than the flea can be. The last man lives the longest.

We are just a speck, on a speck, orbiting a speck, in the corner of a speck, in the middle of nowhere.

How sweet the morning air is! ...How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.

The role of the infinitely small in nature is infinitely great.

I had a little dog and my dog was very small....Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.

Great things happen in small places. Jesus was born in Bethlehem. Jesse Jackson was born in Greenville.

I am done with great things and big things, great institutions and big success, and I am for those tiny, invisible molecular moral forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, yet which if you give them time, will rend the hardest monuments of man's pride.

is deeply sad when we use the greatest being of all as an instrument for our own smallness.

Fiction, with its preference for what is small and might elsewhere seem irrelevant; its facility for smuggling us into another skin and allowing us to live a new life there; its painstaking devotion to what without it might go unnoticed and unseen; its respect for contingency, and the unlikely and odd; its willingness to expose itself to moments of low, almost animal being and make them nobly illuminating, can deliver truths we might not otherwise stumble on.

There is no creature so small and abject, that it representeth not the goodness of God.

To God there is nothing small. The moment we have given it to God, it becomes infinite.

In our depths, I think we all feel very small in relation to the greater universe and God.

God is not in the vastness of greatness. He is hid in the vastness of smallness . He is not in the general. He is in the particular.

We're too insignificant and small to really be able to do anything, except cry, not unhappily, but an inner cry, a feeling of reaching to God.

If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

The smallest minds and the selfishest souls and the cowardliest hearts that God makes.

Little minds find satisfaction for their feelings, good or bad, in little things.

Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant.

I know well that happiness is in little things.

There is nothing so small but that we may honor God by asking His guidance of it, or insult Him by taking it into our own hands.

He's an undersized pissant with delusions of adequacy.