Quotes About Abyss

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

John Donne's 'A Valediction: forbidding mourning' concerns a sea voyage, and uses the image of a circle as an antidote to the abyss of loss and separation. He pictures the invisible but precious bonds which link carer and cared-for, lover and beloved in an attachment relationship as slender threads of gold.

As tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

Der Autor (...) sieht, daß die Zeitgenossen, störrisch wie die Esel, rückwärts laufen, einem klaffenden Abgrund entgegen, in dem Platz für sämtliche Völker Europas ist. Und so ruft er, wie eine Reihe Anderer vor ihm und außer ihm: Achtung, beim Absturz linke Hand am linken Griff!

A neat little apartment with a neat little bourgeois life. A neat little security on the edge of the abyss. Do you really see that?

He marched toward his climax: "If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free, and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands; but if we fail then the whole world, including the United States, and all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new dark age made more sinister, and perhaps more prolonged, by the lights of a perverted science.

I consider gazing into the abyss utter foolishness. There are many things in the world much more worth gazing into.

as if the next thing must quickly come along to occupy her, or the abyss might open. What abyss? The abyss that waits for all of us, when all our actions seem futile, when the ability to fill the day seems stalled, and the waiting takes on an edge of dread.

Even in our deep ocean, there are ecosystems at work with no light whatsoever down in the deepest portions of the oceanic abyss.

The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.

In his ears rang her passionate cry: "Were I still in death and you fighting for life I would come back from the abyss–

There was no life in the Abyss, save that which was incorporated in me," it tolled. "Nor was there light, nor motion, nor any sound. Only the urge behind and beyond life guided and impelled me on my upward journey, blind, insensate, inexorable. Through ages upon ages, and the changeless strata of darkness I climbed–

Me estremecí al imaginar el insondable abismo de tiempo que se abre entre el presente y aquella época en que la tierra se estremeció, levantando como una ola aquellas montañas azules que cubrieron cosas inconcebibles.

As a society, we seem to be flying too close to the flame, looking for stimulation—we are bored audiences more attuned to fantasy than to reality, in danger of falling completely into the abyss about which Nietzsche warned us.

The conclusion of both modern physics and depth psychology is that things are not what they seem. What we experience as normal reality—about ourselves and nature—is only the tip of an iceberg that arises out of an unfathomable abyss. Knowledge of this hidden realm is the province of the Magician, and it is through the Magician energy that we will come to understand our lives with a degree of profundity not dreamed of for at least a thousand years of Western history.

You have preserved your mystery. Rest in peace, if that be your will. I give you this withered rose I have borne through hell, casting it into the abyss. I leave you this rose and the twisted colors of the sky.

The water was a full unknowable world.

There was such fear in the world. But love was everywhere if you looked. It was the best thing about humans. That they could stare into the abyss and still open up their hearts. A spit in the eye to fear.

Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations

In the wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I. It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts. All life is choked. This desert is the abyss wherein the Universe. The Stars are but thistles in that waste. Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss

This is th' abyss. Behold wherein I lurk The lazar-house my mind, wherein do work The horrid charnel-priests, whose loathly song Sickens my soul, and quells the spirit strong.

The Abyss of Hallucinations has Law and Reason; but in Truth there is no bond between the Toys of the Gods.