Quotes About Awe

Ein Jeder engel ist schrecklich.

Every angel is terrible.

Beauty is but the beginning of terror. We can barely endure it and are awed when it declines to destroy us.

in later years it occasionally happened that I awoke in the night and the stars were so real and advanced so convincingly that I could not understand how people managed to lose so much of the world

In later years it would sometimes happen that I'd wake up at night and see the stars so real in the sky and so meaningful in their course, and couldn't understand how anyone could bring themselves to miss so much of the world.

Oh if only mankind could embrace this mystery, which penetrates the earth right into its smallest elements, with more humility, and bear and sustain it with more gravity and know how terribly heavy it is, instead of taking it lightly. If only mankind could hold its own fertility in awe, which is one and the same whether it manifests itself in the spirit or in the flesh.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and adore.

A friend may be nature's most magnificent creation.

Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.

But, if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from these heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime... But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible

There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.

I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence.

But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime.

Man is surprised to find that things near are not less beautiful and wondrous than things remote. The near explains the far. The drop is a small ocean. A man is related to all nature.

of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance

Man does not stand in awe of man, nor is his genius admonished to stay at home, to put itself in communication with the internal ocean, but it goes abroad to beg a cup of water of the urns of other men.

The art of life is to stay wide open and be vulnerable, yet at the same time to sit with the mystery and the awe and with the unbearable pain—to just be with it all.

Mirarea const?, în parte, în capacitatea de a recunoaÈ™te c? mâna minunat? a Creatorului a turnat tot cerul în fiecare via??.

La fel cum bondarul zboar? deÈ™i nu are o form? aerodinamic?, tot aÈ™a un om care îÈ™i aminteÈ™te ce înseamn? s? fii copil È™tie s? acorde raÈ›iunii È™i emoÈ›iei locul cuvenit, p?strând în acelaÈ™i timp ochii deschiÈ™i în faÈ›a miracolului lumii. Amintirile È™i visurile în care întrez?rim o f?râm? de mirare ne îndeamn? s? c?ut?m mai departe.

Those who smirk at His walking on water have forgotten the miracle He has already performed in the very composition of water.