Quotes About Awe

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has its glorious starry firmament for a roof. In such places, standing alone on the mountaintop, it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make -- leaves and moss like the marmots and the birds, or tents or piled stone -- we all dwell in a house of one room -- the world with the firmament for its roof -- are all sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

In the heart of the slaughterhouse -- always -- enough room to nourish the awe.

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.

The only people who soul can truly magnify the Lord are...people who acknowledge their lowly estate and are overwhelmed by the condescension of the magnificent God.

childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

The domestication of God is a curse on preaching in our day. We need to recover reality and the language of majesty and holiness and awe and glory: "Who is like you, O Lord, among the gods? Who is like you, majestic in holiness, awesome in glorious deeds, doing wonders?" (Exod. 15:11).

We will never stand in awe of being loved by God until we reckon with the seriousness of our sin and the justice of his wrath against us. But when, by grace, we waken to our unworthiness, then we may look at the suffering and death of Christ and say, "In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the [wrath-absorbing] propitiation for our sins" (1 John 4:10).

God's reality is displayed to us in His Word or His world and we do not then feel in our heart any grief or longing or hope or fear or awe or joy or gratitude or confidence, then we may dutifully sing and pray and recite and gesture as much as we like, but it will not be real worship.

If the experience of science teaches anything, it's that the world is very strange and surprising. The many revolutions in science have certainly shown that.

I have been to the speed of God, sir...and I discommend it.

the power of God came mightily upon us. Many cried out in complete joy. Others were knocked to the ground. As soon as we recovered a little from that awe and amazement at God's presence, we broke out in praise.

Those who felt this sensation of awe, could not explain whence it arose: some attributed it to the dead grey eye, which, fixing upon the object's face, did not seem to penetrate, and at one glance to pierce through to the inward workings of the heart; but fell upon the cheek with a leaden ray that weighed upon the skin it could not pass.

Beneath his awe, he had a sudden sense of security and serenity he had never felt before.

some things are too wonderful even for a child, and freedom's one of them

One travels to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does.

They had witnessed the proclamation of the law in awful

Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment.

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment!

You may think nothing is happening when people are silent, but when the mouth is quiet, the heart, soul and mind can be actively engaged. In silence, people repent of their sins. In silence, people meditate on Scriptures and grow spiritually. In silence, people stand in awe of God.

With equal wonder we survey The planet and the midge.

I was walking late one night along a tree-lined path; a chestnut fell at my feet. The noise it made as it burst, the resonance it provoked in me, and an upheaval out of all proportion to this insignificant event thrust me into miracle, into the rapture of the definitive, as if there were no more questions—only answers. I was drunk on a thousand unexpected discoveries, none of which I could make use of. … This is how I nearly reached the Supreme. But instead I went on with my walk.

Numai însp?imânt?torul putea s? m? liniÅŸteasc? ÅŸi doar pentru a-l întâlni m? trezisem înaintea r?s?ritului.

If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.