Quotes about speck (16 Quotes)

In beauty, faults conspicuous grow The smallest speck is seen in snow.

The world of biology is full of miracles, but nothing I have seen is as miraculous as the metamorphosis of the monarch caterpillar. Her brain is a speck of neural tissue a few millimeters long, about a million times smaller than a human brain. With this almost microscopic clump of nerve cells she knows how to manage her new legs and wings, to walk and to fly, to find her way by some unknown means of navigation over thousands of miles from Massachusetts to Mexico. How are her behavior patterns programmed first into the genes of the caterpillar and then translated into the neural pathways of the butterfly These are mysteries that biologists are far from understanding. The monarch is living proof that nature's imagination is richer than our own.

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her whitesails to the morning breeze and startsfor the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says; There, she is gone; Gone where; Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someoneat my side says, There, she is gone; There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the gladshout; Here she comes; And that is dying.

The smallest speck is seen on snow.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

How beautiful is night A dewy freshness fills the silent air No mist obscures nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night.

His home the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it This little speck, the British Isles 'T is but a freckle,never mind it.

Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.

Scripture suggests that the elements in space were created for the benefit of earth, while evolution suggests that earth is an insignificant speck in vast space.

The best that we can do is to be kindly and helpful toward our friends and fellow passengers who are clinging to the same speck of dirt while we are drifting side by side to our common doom.

Clinton and Obama practice this politics known quaintly as the Richard Speck strategy: if you cannot take on everyone in the room at once, take them out of the room one at a time.

From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives.

I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

How can a speck of a universe be physically identical to the great expanse we view in the heavens above?

Through space the universe grasps me and swallows me up like a speck through thought I grasp it.