Quotes About Awe

Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.

I tremble when I think that God is just.

She was not a woman; but she was not a man either and therefore not a human being. A solemn angel of daring with parted lips and dilated nostrils, that is what she was, an unapproachable Amazon of the realms of space beneath the canvas, high above the crowd, whose lust for her was transformed into awe.

Hence the sacred attitude is one which does not recoil from our own inner emptiness, but rather penetrates into it with awe and reverence, and with the awareness of mystery.

Life never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel.

The heavens opened for the sunset to-night. When I had thought the day folded and sealed, came a burst of heavenly bright petals.

Saw the sun rise. A lovely apricot sky with flames in it and then solemn pink. Heavens, how beautiful...I feel so full of love to-day after having seen the sun rise.

It seemed to her that she had never known what the night was like before. Up till now it had been dark, silent, beautiful very often - oh yes - but mournful somehow. Solemn. And now it would never be like that again - it had opened dazzling bright.

You mean," Sylvia interrupted, "something that floats around aimlessly? With no mind? No purpose?" "Well. Yeah." "Wow," she said in true awe. "The stars could be filled with government employees." Dusty

I've read all the books but One only remains sacred: this volume of wonders, open always before my eyes

To believe all you have to do is look at the sky.

That was delightful." Grey chuckled, flashing a lopsided grin that made his eyes sparkle like aquamarines. "You make me feel…" "Yes?" He shook his head, surprising her with the degree of awe and self-consciousness in his expression as he drew back, and helped her down from the table. "That's it. You make me feel." Rose smiled and kissed him. It wasn't exactly a declaration of love, but he was getting closer. It would do for now.

I was in awe of the mystery of human compassion and the inability of love to make the distance between us any more bearable.

The other guy on that gig was George Jones. They trailed in with tumbleweed following them, as if tumbleweed was their pet. Dust all over the place, a bunch of cowboys. But when George got up, we went whoa, there's a master up there.

You have to, take a deep breath. and allow the music to flow through you. Revel in it, allow yourself to awe. When you play allow the music to break your heart with its beauty.

You might get Yahweh and burning bushes.

Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head, and rooted his feet to the ground. It was no panic terror - indeed he felt wonderfully at peace and happy - but it was an awe that smote and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some august presence was very, very near.

Do not talk any more. Do not speak. Do not break silence until We are weary of each other. Let our fingers run like steel Carving the contours of our bodies' gold. Do not speak. My face sinks In the clotted summer of your hair. The sound of the bees stops. Stillness falls like a cloud. Be still. Let your body fall away Into the awe filled silence Of the fulfilled summer — Back, back, infinitely away — Our lips weak, faint with stillness. from "When We with Sappho

Mystery, awe, wonder, intuition, and miracles occur naturally in everyday life. The fact that Western culture has not yet figured out how to measure them is irrelevant.

From the distance of the moon, Earth was four times the size of a full moon seen from Earth. It was a brilliant jewel in the black velvet sky.

Magnificent desolation.

Let me say, as I sit here before you today, having walked on the moon, that I am myself still awed by that miracle. That awe, in me and in each of us ... must be the engine of future achievement, not a slow-dimming light from a time once bright.

Beautiful! Beautiful! Magnificent desolation.

cuando veía actuar a uno de sus «colegas», estaba en la misma situación que un niño de cinco años: le parecía magia.