Quotes About Smallness

Pero soy de los que creen que en las cosas pequeñas está todo. El niño es pequeño, y contiene al hombre; el cerebro es estrecho, y alberga el pensamiento; el ojo es solo un punto, y abarca leguas.

Its such a small place, not much to do but talk and listen. The men are jealous and the women all in competition.

I could put my thumb up to a window and completely hide the Earth. I thought, 'Everything I've ever known is behind my thumb.

How small we are in the universe but, even so, how one small voice can make a difference.

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her

This is what one thirsts for, I realize, after the smallness of the day, of work, of details, of intimacy - even of communication, one thirsts for the magnitude and universality of a night full of stars, pouring into one like a fresh tide.

No one took her seriously because she was small and feathered, a strange little dino-bird, but she had a sickle claw and she was not afraid to use it.

I feel love for all this, perhaps because I have nothing else to love ... even though nothing truly merits the love of any soul, if, out of sentiment, we must give it, I might as well lavish it on the smallness of an inkwell as on the grand indifference of the stars.

Benditos sean los instantes y los milímetros y las sombras de las cosas pequeñas, aún más humildes que ellas!.

I feel that the smallness of the filmmaking environment is somehow connected to the freedom of creating film.

My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests.

Exactly the style of football I love is like a terrier. We are not the biggest dog, we are small, but we are aggressive, we are not afraid, we like to compete with the big dogs and we are quick and mobile and we have endurance. We never give up. This small dog has fighting spirit for sure.

Alas! there comes the time when man will no longer launch the arrow of his longing beyond man…. Lo! I show you the last man. The earth has become small and on it hops the last man who makes everything small. His species is ineradicable like the ground flea; the last man lives longest.

Beloved, god-touched, great-souled… a saint, even?  The true sort, who moved through the world as silently as fishes, unnoticed by carnal eyes that focused only on outward domination and display.  Never on a small woman in a small town, being kind.  Soul by soul. And

By about the sixth week the smallness of the class, and whatever makeshift intimacy had sprung up there, became suddenly oppressive to me… suddenly I wanted the anonymity of a large class, where class members did not really have faces and names and problems. In six weeks with Susan, Lodeme, Betty, Valerie, Ellen, Frances, Pat, Marie, Bridget, and Barney, (…) brought to the stubborn limits of our knowability, we were now left with the jagged scrape of our differences.

So many things in the world have happened before. But it's like they never did. Every new thing that happens to a person, it's a first... In that night I felt expansion, as if the world was branching out in shoots and growing faster than the eye could see. I felt smallness, how the earth divided into bits and kept dividing. I felt stars.

The Little Man does not know that he is little, and he is afraid of knowing it. He covers up his smallness and narrowness with illusions of strength and greatness...

I get scared thinking about the yawning void of space and the maddening smallness of our solar system in it, and the smallness of our planet in that solar system and of my own voice in the dark.

For many of those who are privileged enough to be in a position to try to analyse the important matters of big politics, the ordinary man's feeling of smallness and the rage it engenders are inaccessible, and so it is equally hard for them to comprehend how that smallness might desperately crave to be part of a we that promises greatness.

Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom...is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.

That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only strongest people can turn away from feelings like that.

the way time here feels simultaneously immense and tiny.

My life is pretty small. Even as a successful scientist, I'm not a public figure. I like people - I just don't know that many!