A Quote by Mary Roach

Space doesn't just encompass the sublime and the ridiculous. It erases the line between. — © Mary Roach
Space doesn't just encompass the sublime and the ridiculous. It erases the line between.
And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.
The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.
There's only a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, but there's no road leading from the ridiculous to the sublime.
What interests me in [Lincoln in the Bardo] is a slight perverse balance between the sublime and the grotesque. Like you could have landed only on the sublime. But my argument is that the sublime couldn't exist without this other half.
Anything which elevates the mind is sublime. Greatness of matter, space, power, virtue or beauty, are all sublime.
I keep thinking of Robert Stone making the distinction between the word sublime and the word beautiful. He described being in a battle as sublime. Because even though people were dying, it was such a huge sensory experience that it became sublime.
Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime
As the earth spins through space, a view from above the North Pole would encompass most of the wealth of the world - most of its food, productive machines, doctors, engineers and teachers. A view from the opposite pole would encompass most of the world's poor.
There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
There is a fine line I have to walk throughout the writing process in a novel. It is this line between drama and melodrama, and it is this line between evoking genuine emotional power and being manipulative.
Only by chancing the ridiculous, can I hope for the sublime.
Tottenham ice their sublime cake with the ridiculous.
The sublime is only a step removed from the ridiculous.
There's a very fine line between a groove and a rut a fine line between eccentrics and people who are just plain nuts.
There's a very fine line between a groove and a rut; a fine line between eccentrics and people who are just plain nuts.
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