I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range…

“I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range of sight, New earths, and skies and seas around. —”

— Henry David Thoreau

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind: a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“It’s like you walk into a dark room, and there’s a sliver of pale light under a doorway on the opposite side. You open…

— Ben H. Winters

There is perhaps no better a demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

— Carl Sagan

New earths, new themes expect us.

— Henry David Thoreau

It seemed to me that man himself was like a half-emptied bottle of pale ale, which Time had drunk so far, yet stoppled tight…

— Henry David Thoreau

I trust that some may be as near and dear to Buddha, or Christ, or Swedenborg, who are without the pale of their churches.

— Henry David Thoreau

Once you realize that human actions affect every bit of earth and sky, you realize that the environment isn't just what surrounds us -…

— Alison Hawthorne Deming

The Earth was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone, our home that must be defended like a holy relic. The Earth was absolutely…

— Alexey Leonov

If I were the rain that bind together the earth and sky, who in all eternity will never mingle, would I be able to…

— Bleach

“God’s Anger at Sin 18 But God shows his anger from heaven against all sinful, wicked people who suppress the truth by their wickedness.* 19 They…

— Anonymous

The scenery was very beautiful. But I did not see The Great Wall [of China].

— Yang Liwei

My aging body transmits an ageless life stream. Molecular and atomic replacement change life's composition. Molecules take part in structure and in training, countless…

— Charles Lindbergh

Night is a curious child, wandering Between earth and sky, creeping In windows and doors, daubing The entire neighborhood With purple paint.

— Frank Marshall Davis