Quotes About Worlds

His voice promised that he would take care of her, and that a little later he would open up whole new worlds for her, unroll an endless succession of magnificent possibilities.

Creio na existência dos mundos superiores ao nosso e de habitantes desses mundos, em experiências de diversos graus de espiritualidade, subtilizando-se até chegar a um Ente supremo, que presumivelmente criou este mundo.

I pass times, I pass silences; formless worlds pass by me.

The main impetus for being a writer is thinking, 'I could invent another world. I'm not terribly keen on this one.'

Create a world in which these things do or do not exist, or in which they are extended in some way. Test reality against this fiction. The reader will recognize the world that you're talking about, even though it may be another one altogether.

In science fiction, you can also test out your own realities.

Worlds that have died and will never return still live on in my memories, and that truly is a marvel.

the feasts to honor the animals, the natural worlds where Yup'iks fit, and Ellam Yua, the master.

A lot of people I know would hate that ending, but not me. I loved it. Mainly because I got to make the book happy. I decided they made it. They made it to the past. I decided the past was our world, and the future was their world. It was parallel worlds.

Our world is made up of a myriad of microcosms, of tiny worlds, each with its own habitues, every one known to the others.

In his study there was an atlas, and he could open it to maps of any land on earth. He could put a finger on Afghanistan, or point out where the Mitanni had lived, or to the site of Babylon, and even to Three Dragon Pass. All that was real. What he did not wish to discover was that between any two numbered pages, 357 and 358 for instance, there were an infinite number of worlds of which he knew nothing.

Todos los hijos del alba, la prole del alba, no serán de vosotros; sólo los grandes habladores se os abandonarán. Los del Daño, los de la Guerra, los de la Miseria, vosotros que hicisteis el mal, lloradlo. El libro del consejo I SAN JUAN, el Fiador, el que estuvo presente cuando aparecieron por primera vez los mundos; el que dio el sí de la afirmación para que echara a caminar el siglo; uno de los

Duchovní vÄ›da v?bec neÃ…â"¢íká: ?lovÄ›k má svou organizací dané meze poznání, nýbrž praví: pro ?lovÄ›ka existují ty svÄ›ty, pro n?ž má orgány vnímání. HovoÃ…â"¢í jen o prostÃ…â"¢edcích, jak do?asné hranice rozÅ¡íÃ…â"¢it.

Time forever. Millions of worlds are born, evolve, and pass away into nebulous, unmeasured skies; and there is still eternity. Time always.

In your diary, you quoted old Jiko saying something about not-knowing, how not-knowing is the most intimate way, or did I just dream that? Anyway, I've been thinking about this a lot, and I think maybe it's true, even though I don't really like uncertainty. I'd much rather 'know', but then again, not-knowing keeps all the possibilities open. It keeps all the worlds alive.

At every juncture—in every Zen moment when possibilities arise—a schism occurs, worlds branch, and multiplicity ensues. Every instance of either/or is replaced by an and. And an and, and an and, and an and, and another and . . . adding up to an infinitely all-inclusive, and yet mutually unknowable, web of many worlds.

He knew what he knew: that the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real.

Your world, my world, all worlds,' came the reply. 'They are all there to be Ruled. And inside every single story, inside every Stream in the Ocean, there lies a world, a story-world, that I cannot Rule at all.

The raven red, on ruby pinions winging its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing. It scarce knows it strength, the price it scarce knows, but its power will arise and the Circle will close.

October began as a golden hour and ended with Samhain, the day when the worlds of the living and the dead opened to each other. There was no choice but to walk through the gate of time.

Sometimes they would sit in the parlor together, both reading – in entirely separate worlds, to be sure, but joined somehow.

There's the physical world . . . but there's also our own private inner worlds, the world of our thoughts. A world made of ideas instead of stuff. It's just as real as our world, but it's inside.

It is my belief that, as a rule, creatures of Happy's ilk—I am thinking here of canines and men both—more often run free than live caged, and it is in fact a world of mud and feces they desire, a world with no Art in it, or anyone like him, a place where there is no talk of books or God or the worlds beyond this world, a place where the only communication is the hysterical barking of starving and hate-filled dogs.

Everyone lives in two worlds, right? There's the physical world . . . but there's also our own private inner worlds, the world of our thoughts. A world made of ideas instead of stuff. It's just as real as our world, but it's inside.