Quotes About Awe

Our conversation changed. It usually had a busy, must-say-everything edge to it, even during the long, lazy days of waiting for waves on Tavarua. But out in the lineup, once the swells started pumping, large pools of awe seemed to collect around us, hushing us, or reducing us to code and murmurs, as though we were in church. There was too much to say, too much emotion, and therefore nothing to say.

When the religious Cowper confesses in the opening lines of his address to the famous Yardley oak, that the sense of awe and reverence it inspired in him would have made him bow himself down and worship it but for the happy fact that his mind was illumined with the knowledge of the truth, he is but saying what many feel without in most cases recognizing the emotion for what it is—the sense of the supernatural in nature.

Religious awe is the same organic thrill which we feel in a forest at twilight, or in a mountain gorge.

although the rain would miss us I could see quite well the silver bolts of lightning forged on the anvil of the great thunderhead. I slipped downstairs and out the front door and sat on the porch steps. A wind cooler than anything I'd felt in days breathed into my face and I watched the storm as I might have watched the approach and passing of a fierce and beautiful animal.

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

I watched the storm as I might have watched the approach and passing of a fierce and beautiful animal. The

An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold, and her preparations for viewing were awesome.

I'm in awe of the universe, but I don't necessarily believe there's an intelligence or agent behind it. I do have a passion for the visual in religious rituals, though, even though they may be completely empty and bereft of substance. The incense is powerful and provocative, whether Buddhist or Catholic.

Once you lose that sense of wonder at being alive, you're pretty much on the way out...

Humanities are the instructors of enchantment.

We need the sea. We need a place to stand and touch and listen - to feel the pusle of the world as the surf rolls in.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Sometimes when you're driving down a back road in Utah, you think if there is a God, then he probably had something to do with all of this. It's just that fucking beautiful.

That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty

And do you really never look at anything -- anything at all -- and consider it might be beautiful in itself?

A grasp of the cause of the colors of the rainbow doesn't detract from its wonder.

Then in October, Indian Summer, the air turned so soft, the sunlight so fragile, and each day's loveliness so poignantly doomed that even self-ignorance and restlessness felt like profound states of being, and he just wandered the empty beaches and misty headlands in a state of serene confusion and awe.

At times like these I want to remove my hat to the beauty of the natural world and its Creator.

N'est-ce pas ce qui est si beau dans la vie, le fait que nous ayons parfois l'occasion d'être stupéfaits ?

When God made the color purple, God was just showing off.

Happy the soul that has been awed by a view of God's majesty

If God were small enough to be understood, He would not be big enough to be worshipped.

God's name is not known; it is wondered at.

When we begin to glimpse the reality of God, the natural reaction is to worship him. Not to have that reaction is a fairly sure sign that we haven't yet really understood who he is or what he's done.