Quotes About Awe

she seemed too beautiful and too ethereal to be part of this dreary landscape.

You seemed so far away, Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings, Matilda said. It was wonderful.

There's more power and magic in those things in there than in all the rest of the world put together

If there is a divine being who made everything, including us, what would our experiences with this being look like? The moment God is figured out with nice neat lines and definitions, we are no longer dealing with God. We are dealing with somebody we made up. And if we made him up, then we are in control. And so in passage after passage, we find God reminding people that he is beyond and bigger and more.

The great Abraham Joshua Heschel once said, "I did not ask for success, I asked for wonder."17

display of violence that borders on the transcendent.

Every day is filled with opportunities to be amazed, surprised, enthralled—to experience the enchanting everyday. To stay eager. To be, in a word, alive.

I don't know Who is cranking; I'm pleased He doesn't stop.

Allie, what do the Stars tell me to do? You know I don't understand the scientific part.

You can't believe what a lovely planet we have until you see her from outside.

Like a god going through his world, there stands One mountain for a moment in the dusk.

He looked up. His mouth stayed where it was and noise quit coming out of it. Yes, Asil thought, the other's awe soothing the feathers that had been ruffled by the wait, I am beautiful.

I am a god and I am not a god. Either way, you are my creatures. I keep you alive. Inside I am hot beyond all telling, and yet my outside is even hotter. At my touch you burn, though I spin outside the sky. As I breathe my big slow breaths, you freeze and burn, freeze and burn. Someday I will eat you. For now, I feed you. Beware my regard. Never look at me.

And yet; and yet; sometimes, as at this moment, at dusk, in the wind, we catch, with a sixth sense we don't know we have, glimpses of that larger world—vast shapes of cosmic significance, a sense of everything holy to dimensions beyond sense or thought or even feeling—this visible world of ours, lit from within, stuffed vibrant with reality.

What can I say, friends?" he cried. "This is the thing itself, there are no words for this. This is what words ask for.

It is a pilgrim's spiral path leads to this mountain's brow...It can never become familiar; you are lost the moment you set foot there. You know no path, but wander, thrilled, over the bare and pathless rock, as if it were solidified air and cloud...It is as if you trod with awe the face of a god turned up, unwittingly but helplessly, yielding to the laws of gravity. -Henry David Thoreau

Red Mars! It was transfixing, mesmerizing. Everyone felt it.

You never see anything like it where you live, this I can guarantee. Not one person in 10,000 lives in a place where the stars are visible like they are in the Sierra at night. Dark skies (meaning away from cities), 10,000 feet above sea level: that means thousands of stars. Watch for half an hour and see several meteors streak across the sky, sometimes at cosmological speeds, faster than anything you'll ever see by day.

He never read a book but often thought about God; it was unavoidable, a matter of simplicity and awe. The starry sky, the soughing of the forest, the solitude, the big snow, the majesty of the earth and what was above the earth filled him with a deep devoutness many times a day. He was sinful and godfearing; on Sundays he washed himself in honour of the holy day but worked as usual.

This grows wearisome, Allixta said. How long will she carry on? Till she gets what she wants or drops, Rune answered, the awe in his voice undisguised. My mate likes to keep things simple.

If God made anything better than women, I think he kept it for himself.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near...

Come l'ardita e cupa prora di una nave, l'Aiguille Noire fende i flutti dell'aria portati dalla tempesta. Ciuffi di nubi salgono verticali sopra la cresta, come bandiere. Noi invece siamo qui, schiacciati contro la parete. Le nebbie fluttuano sopra di noi, sprazzi di luce, là dove comincia la neve.

I don't know the language or the laws and I'm completely unfamiliar with the currency . . . but, God, is it ever beautiful here.