Quotes About Worlds

There could only be a meeting of their mysteries if one surrendered to the other: the surrender of two unknowable worlds done with the trust with which two understandings might surrender to each other.

My adrenaline started pumping anytime I was within a hundred yards of a bookshop. I loved books nearly as much as I loved clothes. And that's saying something. The feel of them and the smell of them. A bookshop was like like an Aladdin's Cave for me. Entire worlds and lives can be found just behind that glossy cover. All you had to do was look.

People are content to live in contradictory worlds, so long as they know the reason for each.

The girls had created a shrine to their dead sister. Those who attended church said the window resemled the Grotto at St. Paul's Catholic Church on the Lake, but instead of the neat ascending rows of votive candles, each alike in size and importances like the souls they pilot-lighted, the girls had engineered a phantasmagoria of beacons. ... The candles were a two way mirrow between worlds: they called Cecilia back, but also called her sisters to join her.

I may have a lot of political opinions but it doesn't necessarily come into my work. I keep the two worlds separate.

Far away in a field was a farmer behind two oxen, ploughing, three slow spots in a landscape of brown and green. Agastya looked at him and thought, too many worlds, concentric, and he a restless centre.

Fertile ether where the destruction of worlds is a single heart that burns itself out with love.

If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?

Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see, one chance out between two worlds, fire walk with me!

God is dead,' Nick said. 'They found his carcass in 2019. Floating in space near Alpha.' 'They found the remains of an organism advanced several thousand times over what we are,' Charley said. 'And evidently could create habitable worlds and populate them with living organisms, derived from itself. But that doesn't prove it was God.

Even if all life on our planet is destroyed, there must be other life somewhere which we know nothing of. It is impossible that ours is the only world; there must be world after world unseen by us, in some region or dimension that we simply do not percieve.

It is impossible that ours is the only world; there must be world after world unseen by us, in some region or dimension that we simply do not perceive.

After her initial fear had diminished, something else had begun to emerge from her. Something more strange. And, he thought, deplorable. A coldness. Like, he thought, a breath from the vacuum between inhabited worlds, in fact from nowhere: it was not what she did or said but what she did not do and say. "Some other time," the girl said, and moved back toward her apartment door.

He was interested in only one thing: turning out the best job he could, with the skill he possessed. For us, that skill has opened up a whole universe, endless galaxies and systems to explore. Worlds without end. Unlimited, untouched worlds.

Now that her initial fear had diminished, something else had begun to emerge from her. Something more strange. And, he thought, deplorable. A coldness. Like, he thought, a breath from the vacuum between inhabited worlds, in fact from nowhere: it was not what she did or said but what she did not do and say.

We shouldn't live as if [other worlds] mattered more than this life in this world, because where we are is always the most important place.

One moment several things are possible, the next moment only one happens, and the rest don't exist. Except that other worlds have sprung into being, on which the did happen.

In fact, these possibility collapses happen at the level of elementary particles, but they happen in just the same way: one moment several things are possible, the next moment only one thing happens, and the rest don't exist. Except that other worlds have sprung into being, on which they did happen.

Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?

Was there only one world, after all, that spent its time dreaming of others?

What were these mysteries? Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?

Parallel worlds, right? Aston nodded. Our sci-fi writers love 'em. They still do back home, Ludmilla assured him.

By their subtle reversal of all images, mirrors seemed to be windows to another world in opposistion to this one, a world where everything appeared familiar but was infact profoundly different

Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.