298 Quotes About Awe

It is the mythic experience, the mythic imagination that opens, reveals depth and mystery, which places the human in the context of the nonhuman, and so, forces retreat, humility, and awe, in the presence of spaces beyond our will.

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

Who can be astonished at anything, when he has once been astonished at the manger and the cross? What is there wonderful left after one has seen the Saviour?

Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe . . . I don’t think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.

I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.

...I've never really had a party before.""Why did you have one now?" I say, just to keep him talking.He gives a half laugh. "I thought if I had a party, you would come.

Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He's a perv, you know."I'm so surprised by the question it takes me a second to answer. "Mr. Daimler is not a perv.""Trust me, he is.""Jealous?""Hardly.""I don't flirt with him, anyway."Kent rolls his eyes. "Sure."I shrug my shoulders. "Why so interested?"Kent goes red and drops his eyes to the floor. "No reason," he mumbles.

In each life, there come moments that feel as though they are a seashell from centuries ago caught and preserved in stone. All that is beautiful is there in full detail. And we are allowed to marvel as though time isn’t slipping away from us, as though it will always be here, in our hands. That’s how Helen felt as she cradled the newborn in her arms and looked down at his tiny sleeping face.