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“A small world where people know each other, and still so deep, able to get lost.”
― Anthony Liccione

“There is much that I do not know and I'd like to know even less.”
― Martin Schuster

“Every time we left a place, I felt the things that happened there being wiped clean, till all that was left was Ella, our fights and our talks and our winding roads. I wrote down dates and places in the corners of my books, and lost them along the way.”
― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood

“Alma knelt in the tall grass and brought her face as near as she could to the stone. And there, rising no more than an inch above the surface of the boulder, she saw a great and tiny forest. Nothing moved within this mossy world. She peered at it so closely that she could smell it- dank and rich and old. Gently, Alma pressed her hand into this tight little timberland. It compacted itself under her palm and then sprang back to form without complaint. There was something stirring about its response to her. The moss felt warm and spongy, several degrees warmer than the air around it, and far more damp than she had expected. It appeared to have its own weather.
Alma put the magnifying lens to her eye and looked again. Now the miniature forest below her gaze sprang into majestic detail. She felt her breath catch. This was a stupefying kingdom. This was the Amazon jungle as seen from the back of a harpy eagle. She rode her eye above the surprising landscape, following its paths in every direction. Here were rich, abundant valleys filled with tiny trees of braided mermaid hair and minuscule, tangled vines. Here were barely visible tributaries running through that jungle, and here was a miniature ocean in a depression in the center of the boulder, where all the water pooled.
Just across this ocean- which was half the size of Alma's shawl- she found another continent of moss altogether. On this new continent, everything was different. This corner of the boulder must receive more sunlight than the other, she surmised. Or slightly less rain? In any case, this was a new climate entirely. Here, the moss grew in mountain ranges the length of Alma's arms, in elegant, pine tree-shaped clusters of darker, more somber green. On another quadrant of the same boulder still, she found patches of infinitesimally small deserts, inhabited by some kind of sturdy, dry, flaking moss that had the appearance of cactus. Elsewhere, she found deep, diminutive fjords- so deep that, incredibly, even now in the month of June- the mosses within were still chilled by lingering traces of winter ice. But she also found warm estuaries, miniature cathedrals, and limestone caves the size of her thumb.
Then Alma lifted her face and saw what was before her- dozens more such boulders, more than she could count, each one similarly carpeted, each one subtly different. She felt herself growing breathless. 'This was the entire world.' This was bigger than a world. This was the firmament of the universe, as seen through one of William Herschel's mighty telescopes. This was planetary and vast. These were ancient, unexplored galaxies, rolling forth in front of her- and it was all right here!”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things

“Can we talk about the miracle that is the Small World ride? It's like an acid trip drag show.”
― Libba Bray

“The worm in the radish doesn't think there is anything sweeter.”
― Sholem Aleichem

“My world was very limited in size and experience. Small things took on extra importance, at least to a child.”
― Dan Groat, An Enigmatic Escape: A Trilogy

“And when you go around in circles, brother, the world is very big, but if you plow straight ahead it’s small enough.”
― Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

“Have you noticed that the world shrinks when you travel?”
― Richie Norton

“You know it's a small world when you bump into friends you haven't seen since grade school on the, It's A Small World Ride, at Disney World.”
― Kilburn Hall

“The conversation was slow, halting. Audrey asked me no questions about England or Cambridge. She had no frame of reference for my life, so we talked about hers”
― Tara Westover, Educated

“The world beinâ€� so small ain’t always a good thing for those of us who ain’t searchinâ€� for new and different stuff.”
― Dan Groat, An Enigmatic Escape: A Trilogy

“You must understand, owing to my loss of faith in life, I had gradually, inevitably embarked upon a small world of my creation.”
― Lawrence G. Taylor, Strangers In Another Country

“Things that seemed unrelated at first comes together to form one, and unimportant moments all feel like destiny.”
― Nidhi Manikoth

“There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small world after all”
― Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman

“Well, well. Isn't it a small world? And a peach of a world, too. A true little corker.”
― Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker: Selected Stories

“The past year had shrunk the world. In the hot wash and to be honest, washing it had been a bad idea all along. It should have gotten trashed, instead, given the dirt it had accumulated.
~ As the moon began to rust”
― Sima B. Moussavian

“The past year had shrunk the world. In the hot wash and to be honest, washing it had been a bad idea all along. It should have gotten trashed, instead, given the dirt it had accumulated.”
― Sima B. Moussavian, As the moon began to rust

“The world, no matter how big, is often smaller than we realise.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire