Quotes About Awe

The Dark—felt beautiful—

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down, Whose bonnets touch the firmament, Whose sandals touch the town, ? Meek at whose everlasting feet A myriad daisies play. Which, sir, are you, and which am I. Upon an August day?

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's A clock stopped -- not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; The shopman importunes it, While cool, concernless No Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him.

The meteor of birds

Peril as a possession 'T is good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There's Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature's creases As clean as Fire.

To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God.

Codziennie patrz na ?wiat, jakby? ogl?da? go po raz pierwszy.

Il faut que tu les regardent en ayant l'air de dire : « je n'ai jamais vu plus belle que vous».

Na Ziemi nie brak okazji do zadziwienia siÄ™, brak natomiast zadziwionych.

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

To understand the secret of life, just study the clouds

In my prayers, I want to say: Lord, don't be far from me, and also don't come too close. Let me contemplate the stars on the texture of your cloth, but don't unveil your face to me. Allow me to hear the rivers that you send running, but Lord! Lord! Don't allow me hearing your voice

It wasn't just the awe of celebrity that moved you; celebrity usually exudes entitlement more than it does peace.

When you woke up, for a moment you thought you were the moon.

It was like flying.

This is the most beautiful night of all, the lightning filled night: day, compared to it, is night.

Beauty will be convulsive or not at all.

Ce qui j'ai connu de plus beau c'est le vertige.

Ce que j'ai connu de plus beau c'est le vertige.

Let us not mince words.. the marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful.

Eugene Sue's The Mysteries of Paris, a brilliant reenvisioning of one's own city as an exotic locale. Sue, who was too poor to travel, turned an awed gaze to the familiar and gave his readers a city they would recognize but which hid a poetry far from the familiar.

Late this evening I looked at the sky and saw the stars. I felt as if it was the first time I had ever looked at them. I was stunned. The stars made an extraordinary impression on me

But only one thought came to him—This is better than the best book I've ever read!