Best 267 quotes in «awe quotes» category

No one who has understood even a fraction of what science has told us about the universe can fail to be in awe of both the cosmos and of science.

Nothing keeps me in such awe as perfect beauty; now, there is something consoling and encouraging in ugliness.

One can only be in awe of the creativity of chocolate marketers. My take is that if there is a health benefit, it is small.

Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes

Once you really commence to see things, then you really commence to feel things.

Paint what you see, not what you know.

Others can measure their visions by what we see.

Precisely because of the greatness of God, we don't have to be great at all. Just in awe.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

Reverence is the sense that there is something larger than the self, larger even than the human, to which one accords respect and awe and assent.

She was gorgeous and fearless and I was in awe.

Radio is so cutthroat, but I do feel like the music industry is structured so differently than it used to be. I'm amazed and in awe of artists who can build a parallel universe that's so big and clearly defined that the mainstream finally has to pay attention.

Seeing within changes one's outer vision.

Subject is known by what she sees.

The principal person in a picture is light.

The only person that I have met, that I have ever been in awe of, is Eddie Vedder.

The phrase "singular incredible life" seems to me that it applies more appropriately to Jane Goodall or David Attenborough, people I regard with awe and who stand for great humanism and knowledge.

We do not see with our eyes, but through them.

There is nothing more awe-inspiring than a miracle except the credulity that can take it at par.

The transpersonal is more awe-inspiring, more exciting than the thing we confuse it for.

Train yourself to be in awe of the subtle, and you will live in a world of beauty and ease.

There is a twofold meaning in every creature, a literal and a mystical, and the one is but the ground of the other.

We cannot remember too often that when we observe nature, and especially the ordering of nature, it is always ourselves alone we are observing.

When I look at the human brain I'm still in awe of it.

When "everything is awesome" we may miss what (and Who) is truly deserving of awe.

What's a Sun-Dial in the shade?

Wonder is the salt of the earth.

When men lack a sense of awe, there will be disaster.

When you talk about God, the first thing that comes along is not love, it's fear. You have to fear, and be in awe. You have to be scared. Any religion, it's like first thing.

With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead.

According to Zen Buddhists, all things have their existence in The Void. The Void is that which is no-thing, but contains all things within it, or as some Christian mystics state, “God is Nothing; He is Utterly Other; He is the VOID.

You guys are more talented than anyone in the Tumblr office or in Palo Alto or Sunnyvale. We're constantly in awe, constantly in service.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine, but it's too late, I'm slipping, I'm gone, he's gone, and the moment curls away and back on itself like a flower folding up for the night.

Albert,”she said before taking a drink of cider. “Do ye think we could ride this day? I would verra much like to see more of this land I shall be callin’home.” ’Twas all he could do to keep his heart inside his chest as hope soared. Doing his best to keep his excitement contained, he said, “Aye, we can. I shall see if Bruce or Traigh would like to join us,”he said as he stood. Before he could walk away to search for someone, anyone who would be willing to ride with them, Laurin stopped him. “Albert, if ye can no’find anyone, I’ll still ride with ye.” Before he could do something foolish, such as offer for her hand that very moment, he gave her a nod and left quickly. ’Tis just a ride, he admonished his excited heart. ’Tis just a ride.

Amelia and Poppy both glanced at their younger sister quizzically. “Do you know what we’re talking about, Bea?” Amelia asked. “Yes, of course. Merripen’s in love with her. I knew it a long time ago, from the way he washed her window.” “Washed her window?” both older sisters asked at the same time. “Yes, when we lived in the cottage at Primrose Place. Win’s room had a casement window that looked out onto the big maple tree— do you remember? After the scarlet fever, when Win couldn’t get out of bed for the longest time and she was too weak to hold a book, she would just lie there and watch a birds’ nest on one of the tree limbs. She saw the baby swallows hatch and learn to fly. One day she complained that the window was so dirty, she could barely see through it, and it made the sky look grayish. So from then on Merripen always kept the glass spotless. Sometimes he climbed a ladder to wash the outside, and you know how afraid of heights he is. You never saw him do that?” “No,” Amelia said with difficulty, her eyes stinging. “I didn’t know he did that.” “Merripen said the sky should always be blue for her,” Beatrix said. “And that was when I knew he … are you crying, Poppy?” Poppy used a napkin to dab at the corners of her eyes. “No. I just inh-haled some pepper.” “So did I,” Amelia said, blowing her nose.

And I touched her with the strongest, most delicate touch in the world--like the thumb of God running down the spine of a baby bird.

All of Nature follows perfectly geometric laws. The Ancient Egyptian, Greek, Peruvian, Mayan, and Chinese cultures were well aware of this, as Phi—known as the Golden Ratio or Golden Mean—was used in the constructions of their sculptures and architecture.

And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly and steadily floating and turning and pausing, soundlessly meeting the snow that covered, as with a transparent mirage, the bare bright cobbles. He loved it - he stood still and loved it. Its beauty was paralyzing - beyond all words, all experience, all dream. No fairy-story he had ever read could be compared with it - none had ever given him this extraordinary combination of ethereal loveliness with a something else, unnameable, which was just faintly and deliciously terrifying. ("Silent Snow, Secret Snow")

A thought that stayed with me was that I had entered a private place in the earth. I had seen exposed nearly its oldest part. I had lost my sense of urgency, rekindled a sense of what people were, clambering to gain access to high waterfalls and a sense of our endless struggle as a species to understand time and to estimate the consequences of our acts.

A Presbyterian minister recently said to me that science and religion share a sense of wonder. I agree.

Artists must remain in a state of awe to remain artists.

At the end of the day, the argument between spirituality and about spirituality, is all against the nature of spirituality. In arguing spirituality, we go against its very nature. The important question: “Am I being kind in what I am saying/doing”? And that is all. In all truth, to eat an ice cream cone and to smile with the joy of a child, is about a billion times more spiritual of an activity, than to discuss views about spirituality. The experience of innocence; the experience of joy—this edifies ourselves and others. And that is spirituality. An ice cream cone can be the most spiritual object in the universe, at any given time.

Benjamin and I sat in the middle of one of the large canoes with our grandmother in the stern, directing us past shoals and through rapids and into magnificent stretches of water. One day the clouds hung low and light rain freckled the slate-grey water that peeled across our bow. The pellets of rain were warm and Benjamin and I caught them on our tongues as our grandmother laughed behind us. Our canoes skimmed along and as I watched the shoreline it seemed the land itself was in motion. The rocks lay lodged like hymns in the breast of it, and the trees bent upward in praise like crooked fingers. It was glorious. Ben felt it too. He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and I held his look a long time, drinking in the face of my brother.

Awe ignites joy because it makes us bend the knee.

Awwwgust!

Because we feel ourselves to be separate from the world in which we live, we have also grown to feel quite alone in this world. Our sense of loneliness and isolation not only makes us feel depressed and miserable, but it also causes us to be anxious and afraid of the world and everyone in it. Because of this inherent fear, we put up all kinds of barriers to protect us from the world—barriers that we have created to keep us safe, but that really end up making us feel more alone, more miserable, and more afraid, as they prevent us from being our natural selves.

Belief is otiose; reality is sufficiently awesome as it stands.

Bert gave a long low whistle, like a bullet that could bend around corners.

I feel that my fingers have brushed one of life’s deep, coursing threads…Speak, even notice it, and it would disappear.

But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.