“When, according to habit, I was contemplating the stars in a clear sky, I noticed a new and unusual star, surpassing the other stars in brilliancy . . . . There had never before been any star in that place in the sky.” StarsClearSkyHabitUnusualContemplatingSurpassingClear Skies Author:Tycho Brahe
“The very greatest genius, after all, is not the greatest thing in the world, any more than the greatest city in the world is the country or the sky. It is the concentration of some of its greatest powers, but it is not the greatest diffusion of its might. It is not the habit of its success, the stability of its sereneness.” WorldCountryMightCitiesSkyGeniusHabitConcentrationStabilityCities In The WorldDiffusion Book:Leigh Hunt's Works Source: Leigh Hunt's Works
“The transcendental point of view, the habit of thought bred by communion with earth and sky, had refined the grain while it had roughened the husk.” EarthViewsSkyHabitPoint Of ViewGrainCommunionRefinedTranscendentalEarth And Sky Book:Works Source: Works
“The way to develop the habit of savoring is to pause when something is beautiful and good and catches our attention - the sound of rain, the look of the night sky - the glow in a child's eyes, or when we witness some kindness. Pause... then totally immerse in the experience of savoring it.” WayLooksChildrenEyeBeautifulNightSoundAttentionKindnessSkyHabitRainWitnessPausesNight SkySavoringSound Of Rain Author:Tara Brach
“Mankind has one great habit, a bad habit: To create rules on behalf of God! Unless A God appears on the sky and says 'Here are the rules,' do not take any rule serious! Remember that in this universe, there is no port that you can take refuge apart from the reason and the science!” ReasonRememberScienceUniverseSkyMankindSeriousHabitRefugeBehalfPortBad Habits Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan
“It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.” WellsSkyLandWindHabitDenyNativePermitTraitsVariation Author:Virgil
“How torturous is the "churchly" language one must speak in church - the tone, style, habit. It is all artificial; there is a total absence of a simple human language. With what a sigh of relief one leaves this world of cassocks, and kissing and church gossip. As soon as one leaves, one sees: wet bare branches, fog which floats over fields, trees, homes. Sky. Early dusk. And it all tells an incredibly simple truth.” WorldHumansHomeSpeakLanguageChurchSimpleTreeSkyStyleFieldsThis WorldHabitKissingAbsenceToneBranchesReliefGossipArtificialWetSighFogFloatsDuskSimple TruthsHuman LanguageSigh Of ReliefBare Branches Author:Alexander Schmemann