“To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.”
Source: Yours Until Dawn
Source: 1 x 1 (1944), XX
Source: 100 Selected Poems
“To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.”
Source: Yours Until Dawn
“To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me.”
"Walking", p. 205
The Journey Home (1977)
Context: There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who's always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting. You have time to observe the details. The utopian technologists foresee a future for us in which distance is annihilated and anyone can transport himself anywhere, instantly. Big deal, Buckminster. To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me. <!-- π
Source: Flora and Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures
“Ah! when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!”
The Hermit
Fragment No. 16
Variant translations:
We dream of a journey through the universe. But is the universe then not in us? We do not know the depths of our spirit. Inward goes the secret path. Eternity with its worlds, the past and the future, is in us or nowhere.
As translated in "Bildung in Early German Romanticism" by Frederick C. Beiser, in Philosophers on Education : Historical Perspectives (1998) by Amélie Rorty, p. 294
We dream of journeys through the cosmos — Is the cosmos not then in us? We do not know the depths of our own spirit. — The mysterious path leads within. In us, or nowhere, is eternity with its worlds — the past and the future.
Blüthenstaub (1798)
Context: Imagination places the future world for us either above or below or in reincarnation. We dream of travels throughout the universe: is not the universe within us? We do not know the depths of our spirit. The mysterious path leads within. In us, or nowhere, lies eternity with its worlds, the past and the future.
“From the first dawn of Life, unto the Grave,
Poor Womankind's in every State, a Slave.”
Source: The Emulation http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/emulation (1703), Lines 3–4
“But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?”
The Hermit
“It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?”
Source: Batman: Arkham Asylum - A Serious House on Serious Earth