But, as I understand it, your God is a universal God; He is God on all suns and all planets. Surely, then, He must have universal form? Would it not be a staggering vanity to imagine that He can manifest Himself only in the form that is appropriate to this particular, not very important planet?
John WyndhamStichwörter: life god the-universe
But not she. Her eternity is an article of her faith. Great wars and disasters can ebb and flow, races rise and fall, empires wither with suffering and death, but these are superficialities: she, woman, is perpetual, essential; she will go on for ever.
John WyndhamStichwörter: woman
…after all, what is a planet but an island in space?
John WyndhamStichwörter: space
I suppose a book is still a book, even if no one but the author and his wife reads it," she said.
John WyndhamIt seemed to me an odd view to take - rather as if one should protest that one didn't LIKE the idea of dying or being born. I preferred the notion of finding out first how it would be, and then doing what one could about the parts of it one disliked most.
John WyndhamStichwörter: life opinions death change exploration being-born
Some quotations," said Zellaby, "are greatly improved by lack of context.
John WyndhamStichwörter: random out-of-context
And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past.
John WyndhamI'm a reliable witness, you're a reliable witness, practically all God's children are reliable witnesses in their own estimation--which makes it funny how such different ideas of the same affair get about.
John WyndhamStichwörter: human-nature
There must, I think, be a great many people who go around just longing to be baffled...
John WyndhamUntil then I had always thought of loneliness as something negative—an absence of company, and, of course, something temporary... That day I had learned that it was much more. It was something which could press and oppress, could distort the ordinary and play tricks with the mind. Something which lurked inimically all around, stretching the nerves and twanging them with alarms, never letting one forget that there was no one to help, no one to care. It showed one as an atom adrift in vastness, and it waited all the time its chance to frighten and frighten horribly—that was what loneliness was really trying to do; and that was what one must never let it do...
John WyndhamStichwörter: loneliness
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