“Human life is insignificant. What’s ominous is the movement of the spheres. When I settled here, a sun speck sat on the doorjamb at two in the afternoon. Thirty-six days passed. The speck jumped to the next room. The earth had completed another leg of its journey. The little sun speck, a child’s plaything, reminds us of eternity.”
“Emotion courses through my veins, choking me. I feel so insignificant, a tiny speck surrounded by a million stars. A million suns.”
“Although it pales it comparison to the overarching shadows, a speck of light can reignite the sun, and swallow darkness whole.”
“Slang, too, is the wholesome fermentation or eructation of those processes eternally active in language, by which froth and specks are thrown up, mostly to pass away; though occasionally to settle and permanently chrystallize.”
“I but a speck in the world but that one speck and speak and that can change it all.”
“Our lives are specks of dust wasted in worry. Only one six billionth of it is about you.”