Quotes About Center

In an infinite universe, every point can be regarded as the center, because every point has an infinite number of stars on each side of it.

We also have some evidence that there is a much larger black hole, with a mass of about a hundred thousand times that of the sun, at the center of our galaxy.

Truth was sometimes not the same as reality—this was one of the certainties that lived in the hollow, cavey place at the center of his divided nature.

The journey to the center of your soul doesn't start in your heart. It begins in your brain, and taking it makes you among the bravest of the brave for it's a place only the rare dare venture.

The good that binds us is Love, it comes from our Soul, it flows through our center, and connects us with everything.

When we preach the love of God there is a danger of forgetting that the Bible reveals not first the love of God but the intense, blazing holiness of God, with His love at the center of that holiness.

If there is no passionate love for Christ at the center of everything, we will only jingle and jangle our way across the world, merely making a noise as we go

Love is at the Center of our being, and the calm, continuous pulsations of life are governed by Love.

And in that moment everything shifted. I saw what I had really done. I saw that I could be somebody's center, his reason for staying. I saw that I could be enough.

One design of God in the gospel is to bring us to make God the object of our undivided respect, that he may engross our regard every way, that whatever natural inclination there is in our souls, he may be the centre of it; that God may be all in all.

Imagine that human existence is defined by an Ache: the Ache of our not being, each of us, the center of the universe; of our desires forever outnumbering our means of satisfying them.

For all of us, normal is just temporary, and we are only visiting—for a fleeting moment—the center of the bell curve.

You're different. You're more perfect. Time is three things for most people, but for you, for us, just one. A singularity. One moment. This moment. Like you're the center of the clock, the axis on which the hands turn. Time moves about you but never moves you. It has lost its ability to affect you. What is it they say? That time is theft? But not for you. Close your eyes and you can start all over again. Conjure up that necessary emotion, fresh as roses.

The nature of God is a circle of which the center is everywhere and the circumference is nowhere.

La oscuridad se convirtió en un espacio infinito y vacío, en cuyo centro se hallaba la madre del género humano.

And of course, at the center of so much of it was Pitt, who was a startlingly different person when at ease among his friends.

First of all, a sermon can never grasp the center, but can only itself be grasped by it, by Christ. And then Christ becomes flesh as much in the word of the pietists as in that of the clerics or of the religious socialists, and these empirical connections actually pose difficulties for preaching that are absolute, not merely relative.

Consciousness = deliverance: that is the watchword inscribed above all man's efforts to deliver himself from the embrace of the primordial uroboric dragon. Once the ego sets itself up as center and establishes itself in its own right as ego consciousness, the original situation is forcibly broken down.

For what the center brings Must obviously be That which remains

Proofs of the "truth" always start from the center of one's own religion and work outward. The result is a biased way of thinking which we are brought up to accept from childhood. Nevertheless generations lived and still do live in the conviction that they possess the "truth.

As a senior warrior, I sleep in the center of the group, where it's warmest.

massive dark brown tabby staggered through the gorse tunnel. Between his sharp teeth the warrior held not prey, but the lifeless body of another cat. He dragged the tattered creature into the center of the clearing.

There's a kind of emptiness at the center of life ... nothing to form your life on, or by.

The evening was still warm enough for shirtsleeves, and the city was clinging to summer like a wannabe trophy wife to a promising center forward.