Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Outer. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Outer Quotes And Sayings by 96 Authors including Maxine Kumin,A.w. Tozer,Terrell Owens,Henry David Thoreau,Stephen Spender for you to enjoy and share.
What can an outsider know, except/the shell of things?
Nothing on the outside compares to Thy presence on my inside.
I don't see outside of me.
The outward is only the outside of that which is within. Men are not concealed under habits, but are revealed by them; they are their true clothes.
Involved in my own entrails and a crust Turning a pitted surface towards a space, I am a world that watches through a sky And is persuaded by mirrors To regard its being as an external shell, One of a universe of stars and faces.
My inner world creates my outer world.
What comes from outside, one mistakes it as coming from inside. So many thoughts etc. move about outside in the universal - these manifest inside you. All these you must push away as foreign to you and the inside must be made peaceful, calm and quiet; then it will start descending from above.
Our outer relationships are a mirror of the relationship and communication between our own inner male and female sides. Our outer relationships with a man or a woman are a possibility to understand our own inner man or woman.
Inner space is the real frontier.
I am bigger on the inside
But you have to come inside to see me
The outward man is the swinging door; the inner man is the still hinge.
The darknesses inside and out began to blend, and I began to move outside of my self, the container that held me.
The more veiled becomes the outside world, steadily losing in colour, tone and passions, the more urgently the inner world calls us
We experience a body experiencing an outer world. But really, the experience of the outer world, as well as the experience of the body, are not happening in two different places.
I've always felt outside of things; I've always felt different.
The body is the outermost layer of the mind.
Some split between the inner world and outer world is common to all behaviour, and the need to bridge the gap is the source of creative behaviour.
What surrounds us is what is within us.
There is a world outside these walls.
I never thought of myself as an outsider. Because outside of what? You would have to give advantage to this space where you're not, to think of it as sovereign because you're not there. I was always in the center of where I needed to be.
It is all the question of identity ... As long as the outside does not put a value on you it remains outside but when it does put a value on you then it gets inside or rather if the outside puts a value on you then all your inside gets to be outside.
I fly toward Ky and away from Xander and into what is Outer, different.
The atmosphere beneath is languorous, and is so tinged with azure that what artists call the middle distance partakes also of that hue, while the horizon beyond is of the deepest ultramarine.
I've been out on the periphery.
What is Above is Within ... the Circumference is Winthin, Without is formed the Selfish Center, and the Circumference still expands going forward to Eternity.
As you explore your inner world, your outer world will come more sharply into focus. As you face your imagined barriers, you will encounter real ones, as well.
When your consciousness is directed outward, mind and world arise. When it is directed inward, it realises its own Source and returns home into the Unmanifested.
Fucking outer mongolia!
The enemy you flee is not exterior to yourself
Seeing within changes one's outer vision.
A healthy outside starts from the inside.
Part of Creator occupies outer part of universe.
I had become an inward being, and I walked as in an inward world; everything outside me became a dream; what I had understood till now became unintelligible.
Outer peace can only be manifested through inner peace for what goes on within us will manifest outwardly. It's important to take some time each day to go within to befriend our inner self
When you're hurting deeply, you go inward.
An inside hurt was supposed to stay inside. How strange it must be to hurt in an outside way you couldn't hide.
The inner drama is the meaning of the exterior event.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Outside, the sun shines. Inside, there's only darkness. The blackness is hard to describe, as it's more than symptoms. It's a nothing that becomes everything there is. And what one sees is only a fraction of the trauma inflicted.
your outer will power may also have succeeded to build an eventful outer life that fills the void to a degree as long as you do not hold still. However, this is but temporary peace before the storm.
Outside is the joy of the drop. Inside is the joy of the ocean.
I paint to rest from the phenomena of the external world-to pronounce and to make notations of its essences with which to verify the inner eye.
How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.
Darkness approaches from outside.
I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.
We are living from inside out not from outside in.
Our comfort or discomfort with the outer dark is a good barometer of how we feel about the inner kind.
When you possess light within, you see it externally.
When people break off relationships, they break them both from the outside and from within. The external spoils because of circumstances, but the inner [inside] must not spoil.
We're not on the outside looking in, we're on the outside looking out.
-- John Zorn
Unless the inner changes, the outer can never be perfect.
Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.
I try to feel my own edges in the
low light. I send my mind to the
outer edges of me - where do I end?
I send myself to my innermost edges,
and I see that in both directions
I am infinite.
Deep blackness waits outside;
a veiled inferno it attempts to hide.
We see no more than dark clouds growing,
but set inside, a fire is glowing.
Beyond the window was the parking lot and beyond that the desert, and beyond that the sky, mostly void, partially stars. Layered
My outer world looked great, but my inner world, where I do all of my living, felt incomplete and restless.
You can only get outside yourself by looking inside.
Outside, among your fellows, among strangers, you must perceive appearances, a hundred things you cannot do; but inside, the terrible freedom!
It's an already inside outside,
The philosophers say it's the soul
But it's not the soul: it's the animal or the man itself
In its way of existing.
Darkness within clouds the world without.
The true inner self must be drawn up like a jewel from the bottom of the sea, rescued from confusion, from indistinction, from immersion in the common, the nondescript, the trivial, the sordid, the evanescent.
If you are really interested in knowing life in all its depth and dimension, it is imperative that you look inward, not out.
Expansive," he says to the empty room, but it's more than that. "Outward. This guy writes outward. He learned with others. And wrote for others.
Urge to come to terms with the "Outside," by absorbing, interiorizing it. I won't come out, you must come in to me. Into my womb-garden where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe within the skull, to rival the real.
Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here in this life? I can't hear you. Who goes there? Is it only me? Is it myself?
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Insides the moment Lotho stated his condition. Daemon kissed like he was staking a claim, but he already had me - all of me. My heart. My soul. My whole being.
For you to access your own innermost as awareness is for you to surrender form after form after form, enabling you as awareness to recede to what you first are, for you to be meaning.
Our real journey in life is interior.
Inner space is so much more interesting, because outer space is so empty.
I did not find you outside, O Lord, because I made the mistake of seeking outside you who were within
Outside is the world; it's there. Pop Art looks out into the world.
There is nothing outside the universe
Nature endlessly in every direction
inward to your body and outward into space.
Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.
Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.
It flung them like stones.
Desperately knocking against the blind little world, i loosened one of its planks, opening a window to a new, wider world. There, spread out, was a profusion of geography, of atmosphere, of full empty air.
Fuck the Inners, and fuck their magic Jell-O ... Just wearing their fancy arm probably turns you into an asshole,
black beyond black
We are several people fitted inside each other. Chinese boxes. Our bodies are the outside box. Or the inside one if you like.
Inside is where we meet everyone else; it's on the outside that we are truly alone.
Reality has no inside, outside, or middle part.
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
There is a world inside the world.
From outside one will always triumphantly impress theories upon the world and then fall straight into the ditch one has dug, but only from inside will one keep oneself and the world quiet and true.
Truth is always an interior and inexplicable contact. My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it. My heart has emptied itself of every desire and been reduced to its own final or primary beat.
I'd rather be an outcast than to be inside feeling like an outsider.
The idea that there is a sharp boundary between our true inner selves and the outside world is pervasive but highly questionable. The boundaries of the self might well be more porous than we ordinarily think.
What's going on in the inside shows on the outside.
The greater your inner light the brighter your outer world.
It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.
When you look at the external reality, you may assume you know everything, but when you close your eyes and try to look into the darkness of your internal reality, all the knowledge of the external life fails to create a way out of the darkness.
You can never be more outside of you, than what's in you
Making the inner meet the outer is the function of the artist.
My inners are not organs. They're actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie 'Hugo,' and then just say, 'Act,' you know?
Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime,
The image of Eternity,
Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Lasting social change unfolds from inside out: from the inner to the outer being, from inner to outer realities.
From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.
We're trying to fill something internal with something external. We're trying to fill something real with something illusionary.
Everything outside was elegant and savage and fleshy. Everything inside was slow and cool and vacant. It seemed a shame to stay inside.