We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky | and lost among these subway crowds, I try to catch your eye.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.

The stars are so big,
The Earth is so small,

Stay as you are.

Look, here are we on this starry night staring into space, and I must say I feel as small as dust lying down here.

There's a tendency to view ourselves, our endeavors, and our accomplishments as the pinnacle. Yet, compared to whats in our solar system, whats in our galaxy, and whats in our universe, we are but a mere speck in the vastness of time, space, mass, and energy.

How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

We are very very small. But we are profoundly capable of very very big things.

Everything we can measure seems small.

How small those mountains looked from space!

We are infants compared to the universe

Either the world is so tiny or we are so enormous, in any case we fill it completely.

We are, for all our polish, of little
stature, and, as human lives,
compared with authentic martyrs,
of no account.

Our minds are small, but our hearts are big.

We are too small and our statecraft is too feeble to be seen by a spacecraft between the Earth and the Moon. From this vantage point, our obsession with nationalism is nowhere in evidence.