Quotes About Awe

he spied what appeared to be a crystal scarab rotating far above him, its insides ablaze with cool lights.

How I yearn to throw myself into endless space, said Maggie, and float above the awful abyss.

There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.

I couldn't wait to see then again, beautiful things. Extraordinary.

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

This is a wonderful day. I've never seen it before.

I don't get over the wonder of it, and 'The Last Samurai' was an extreme example of that. Every day when I went to the set, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Being infinitely amazed, so do I give thanks to God, Who has been pleased to make me the first observer of marvelous things, unrevealed to bygone ages.

Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.

Sometimes I think we're alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we're not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.

To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.

transcendent wonder" described by the poet Tennyson.

When David Livingstone discovered the Victoria Falls he said, "Sights such as these must have been gazed upon by angels in their flight,"' Hector told her softly.

W]orship, if not the child, is at least the brother, of fear.

I was in awe of death then, and now after many years and experiences, still am. I have never grown jaded about it. One minute we are sentient beings and the next, fodder for worms.

Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.

Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed. Then

I've been reduced on certain magnificent days... to just drifting on the shoulder, gawking at the transformation of ordinary seawater into beautifully muscled swell, into feathering urgency, into pure energy, impossibly sculpted, ecstatically edged, and finally into violent foam.

I had sessions where I got tubed on half my rides. I would trot back to Kobatake's, where Caryn was still asleep on our pallet on the floor, my brain aflame with eight or ten brief, sharp glimpses of eternity.

If there's anything better, God kept it for himself.

Neuromancer] is about the present. It's not really about an imagined future. It's a way of trying to come to terms with the awe and terror inspired […] by the world in which we live.

It's simpler to believe in a miracle.

This dreadful eruption from an unknown world

The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.