A Quote by Arthur Eddington

You cannot disturb the tiniest petal of a flower without the troubling of a distant star. — © Arthur Eddington
You cannot disturb the tiniest petal of a flower without the troubling of a distant star.
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.
One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
Thou cannot harm a butterfly, without troubling a star.
Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as it trembled upon its branch. A single petal was torn away by the wind. Pushing my hands through the thorns, I felt lashes of pain across my skin, but i kept going determined. But when my fingertip touched the flower, it instantly darkened, withering and drying as each petal turned black.
[...] even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of water and sunlight, but a flower just the same.
The Petal table is a flower that is always in bloom.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
We cannot pluck a flower witout disturbing a star.
When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don't. I have a knack for disturbing.
In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue; To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faith-the fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen.
The grape Hyacinth is the favorite spring flower of my garden - but no! I though a minute ago the Scilla was! and what place has the Violet? the Flower de Luce? I cannot decide, but this I know - it is some blue flower.
A flower is not a flower. It is made only of non-flower elements - sunshine, clouds, time, space, earth, minerals, gardeners, and so on. A true flower contains the whole universe. If we return any one of these non-flower elements to its source, there will be no flower.
Seekers are all following some distant star, and eventually will come to recognize that this star resides in their very core.
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