Belief is otiose; reality is sufficiently awesome as it stands.
Martin AmisMots clés reality religion atheism humanism awe
Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds.
Erica GorosMots clés love inspiration beauty nature god gratitude awe
Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds. How easy it is to forget that we have the privilege of living in God's art gallery.
Erica GorosMots clés love inspiration beauty nature god gratitude awe
I know you deserve better than me. You think I don’t know that? But if there was any woman made for me … it’s you.
Jamie McGuireMots clés awe love-story the-one dysfunctional-relationship
He exhaled with a deep, contented sigh, speaking in a hushed voice. “I love you, Abby. I’m going to make you happy, I swear it.
Jamie McGuireMots clés love awe swoon-worthy cute-things-guys-say
whatever I was writing, I was always trying to write my way back to you.
Lauren OliverI’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.
Lauren OliverMots clés cute awe love-story
I could hold you prisoner here for the rest of the day and list everything I love about you, but that’s only half of it,” he explained, turning toward me. “The other half is something I can’t put into words. Something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. It’s something that ties me to you, and you to me. Call it chemistry, call it fate, call it whatever you want. All I know is that I’m yours just as much as you’re mine, Luce. That’s the surest thing I’ve ever known.
Nicole WilliamsMots clés awe love-story
We need mystery. Creator in her wisdom knew this. Mystery fills us with awe and wonder. They are the foundations of humility, and humility is the foundation of all learning. So we do not seek to unravel this. We honour it by letting it be that way forever.”
The quote of a grandmother explaining The Great Mystery of the universe to her grandson.
Mots clés learning humility wonder mystery awe letting-it-be
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.
Richard WagameseMots clés nature connection awe
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