Quotes About Splendor

We are earth's children, and life is the same in sap as in blood; all that the earth, our mother, feels and expresses to the eye by her form and aspect, in melancholy or in splendor, finds an echo within us.

Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.

She beckoned me to follow her, and we passed from the portico into rooms whose magnificence has stolen the words from the mouths of the poets.

Things of a day! what are we and what not? A dream of a shaddow is man; yet when some god-given splendor falls, a glory of light comes over him and his life is sweet (Pindar)

The world is a place of marvels

There is a fearful splendor in absolute desolation.

He had never seen the beauty of black people before. But, staring at Ida, who stood before the window of the Harlem kitchen, seeing that she was no longer merely his younger sister but a girl who would soon be a woman, she became associated with the colors of the shawl, the colors of the sun, and with a splendor incalculably older than the gray stone of the island on which they had been born.

You want to get lost? Then get lost amongst a marvellous beauty!

My life's misery and tragedy is my wealth and splendor.

One bright star is better than a thousand dull moons.

Men will flee to caves in the rocks and to holes in the ground from dread of the LORD and the splendor of his majesty, when he rises to shake the earth.

Human Dignity has gleamed only now and then and here and there, in lonely splendor, throughout the ages, a hope of the better men, never an achievement of the majority.

Humor the sons of the poor, for they give science its splendor.

The splendor of a soul in grace is so seductive that it surpasses the beauty of all created things.

The acute experience of great beauty readily evokes a nameless yearning for something more than earth can offer. Elegant splendor reawakens our spirit's aching need for the infinite, a hunger for more than matter can provide.

God is not only the God of the sufferers but the God who suffers. ... It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it meant that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is splendor. ... Instead of explaining our suffering God shares it.

Certaines étoiles mettent plus de temps que d'autre à apparaître. Le paradoxe est le suivant : plus il fait nuit, plus ces secrets deviennent visibles. Pour finir, ils se déploient dans toute leur splendeur ; et ce sont ces choses même que nous dissimulons, ces choses dont nous avons le plus honte, dont nous nous servons pour nous guider.

Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's stomach the separation from terra... these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known...

You must take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once, they would produce a splendor so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origins we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it came, leaving the body lifeless.

You are the crowing glory. Remember your splendor.

Inside the Pleroma, dwell the Uncreated One (the First Being, the Reality, the Mighty Splendor), as well as what one might call revelatory expressions of dynamism, or Gods and Goddesses.

Inside the Pleroma, dwells the Uncreated One (the First Being, the Reality, the Mighty Splendor), as well as what one might call revelatory expressions of dynamism, or Gods and Goddesses. Nikola Tesla, one of the greatest geniuses in the history of science described the process of the uncreated One emanating the Gods and Goddesses of the Pleroma as: 'The primary substance, thrown into infinitesimal whirls of prodigious velocity'.

It is time for Sufism to experience a quantum metamorphosis. It is time for a dawn of splendor on the path of Reality to occur.

The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.