Quotes About Worlds

All three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars. ''And all these are worlds,'' said Hagen. ''Or else,'' said Clements with a yawn, ''a frightful mess. I suspect it is really a fluorescent corpse, and we are inside it.

And all these are worlds," said Hagen. "Or else," said Clements with a yawn, "a frightful mess. I suspect it is really a fluorescent corpse, and we are inside it.

Van... even then, at fourteen, recognized that the old myths, which willed into helpful being a whirl of worlds (no matter how silly and mystical) and situated them within the gray matter of the star-suffused heavens, contained, perhaps, a glowworm of strange truth. His nights in the hammock... were now haunted not so much by the agony of his desire for Ada, as by that meaningless space overhead, underhead, everywhere, the demon counterpart of divine time...

The best situation is being a single parent. The best part about is that you get time off, too, because the kids are with their mom, so it's the best of both worlds. There's a lot to be said for it.

Tu' eres de dos mundos." He was wrong, of course. You can only belong to one world at a time.

This time when we kissed, he didn't pull away, and I was close enough to his mouth for him to whisper what the tiny old vaquero had said a long time ago, the part of being of two worlds. "Tu eres de dos mundos." I closed both of my eyes, the blue one and the brown one, so I could be in just one world, his...

Do the children who prefer books set in the real, ordinary, workaday world ever read as obsessively as those who would much rather be transported into other worlds entirely?

The library smells like old books-a thousand leather doorways into other worlds." "Dear sir, I was called away and couldn't bring you, but now I feel haunted. I know that sometimes you felt I was a part of you and that losing me would leave a hole in your heart, but that's not true... Please forgive me... I am sorry that I didn't say goodbye.

Many worlds, but one God His power is the sun in every land, His forgiveness the moon watching over every night, His love the star in every corner of the heavens.

Nature is a perfect hologram of the higher worlds. We cannot gaze directly into the sun because its powerful rays will damage our physical eyes. We can gaze at any other planetary body, or earthly object, and it will not affect our vision. The sun is a hologram of the divinity within all existence.

Humanity has the power of imagination, the quwwat al-khal, as does the Omniconscious Unicity. When the Omniconscious Unicity uses this power, worlds are created. When humanity uses this power, the Omniconscious Unicity is created. In our eye, the Omniconscious Unicity sees Its eye.

Hazreti Fatima ('Alaiha Assalam), The Endless Pearl from the Infinite Ocean of Bounty, was a Semavi woman; that is, she came to earth from the level of angelic spiritual women. We know her as Syedatun Nisa al Alamin (Leader of the Women of the Worlds).

I think we're property. I should say we belong to something: That once upon a time, this earth was No-man's Land, that other worlds explored and colonized here, and fought among themselves for possession, but that now it's owned by something: That something owns this earth -- all others warned off.

We talked this afternoon of worlds That herd within the sky; Of all the majesty and reach Of stellar space, till I Was grateful to the ladybug That crawled across my dress, Just for its foolish speckled back, And for its littleness.

She cries, but so does the sky; the whole universe sobs, the people and animals and land and water, all weeping for a unity nearly sealed between two divergent worlds, but that could not, in the end, be sustained.

Heimthra' was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.

Green with sleep the skin breathes night I hear you turning worlds in your dark dream The sheets like leaves in a private season Speak of singular self which lies between. Your breathing is a thing I cannot enter Like a season more remote than winter; Green with sleep breathes, breathes the skin, I hear you turning worlds in your dark dream.

Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can. Bawd and butcher, were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A look around.

I feel that the internal worlds of women are not that well represented by society. It is not an immediate thing people think about - the imagination of women or women's philosophy.

As a male writer, women are always what men pursue, and their world is always a mystery. So I always tried to present as many views as possible on women's worlds.

Men write Bibles. God doesn't. God writes in stars and worlds and seasons and Hudson Rivers and beautiful women. Creation is the good book.

People have been known to joke that my lifelong love of portal fantasies was born, at least in part, from the fact that stepping into my private spaces is a little like stepping through a portal into another world.

Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?" "Yes." "All like ours?" "I don't know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted." "Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?" "A blighted one.

Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?" "Yes." "All like ours?" "I don't know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted." "Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?" "A blighted one.