Quotes About Nebula

Soon the entire nebula was little more than a shawl of cosmic gauze thrown over a network of stars.

Subconsciously, we all want to be nebula... In the end, we're all connected. We're all going to become one cloud of light whether you like it or not. We're all made of the same star dust.

Auf der Welle blinken Tausend schwebende Sterne, Welche Nebel trinken Rings die türmende Ferne;

He described stars as thin as air, immense clouds of glowing gas; told us about the prestars of the Orion Nebula, just now blossoming into loose knots of warm gas that might in a million years be suns.

He was tall, sarcastic, slender, bird-handed, generous with smiles as breathtaking as the nebula outside the bubble port.

An observer situated in a nebula and moving with the nebula will observe the same properties of the universe as any other similarly situated observer at any time.

It wasn't night, it was simply darkness, with me in the middle hoping all the while that time was carrying on flowing, that something would crop up, me all alone in the middle, with my veins and my muscles dissolving rapidly into nothingness, me made of molecules of flesh and thought, dispersing in a cloud (a process of expansion as sudden as that of the room, a nebula of bedroom and me, between limits that grew dimmer by the moment).

On one side of Ruben Mistral's weekly engagement calendar there was an astronomer's photo of the Horseshoe Nebula, a billion pinpoints of light making a haze in the blackness of space. Under the picture, Mistral had written: "This scene represents the number of meetings I attend per year!

Begin morning run," I said to Max. "Bifrost track." The virtual gym vanished. Now I was standing on a semitransparent running track, a curved looping ribbon suspended in a starry nebula. Giant ringed planets and multicolored moons were suspended in space all around me. The running track stretched out ahead of me, rising, falling, and occasionally spiraling into a helix.

A revolution resembles the death of a fading star, an exhilarating Technicolor explosion that gives way not to an ordered new galaxy but to a nebula, a formless cloud of shifting energy.

Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula.

Onward and away from the self, until the lat substantial particle of the soul be stretched to infinity. In her panic-stricken flight she seemed to bear the whole world in her womb. We were being driven out of the confines of the universe towards a nebula which no instrument could visualize. We were being rushed to a pause so still, so prolonged, that death by comparison seems a mad witches' revel.

Remain in the eternal nebula, there, in the polyessence of a sweet nonbeing.

Él siempre estaba allí, contemplando el frío brillo de las estrellas, admirando el increíble enjambre nebuloso de un racimo de estrellas, como una conglomeración gigante de luciérnagas sorprendidas en pleno vuelo y detenidas para siempre.

The senior lieutenant of the Dark Nebula stared in horror at the visiplate. 'Great Galloping Galaxies!

Delenn: The molecules of your body are the same molecules that make up this station, and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. We are starstuff.

Nebulat ergo cogito.

We are, quite literally, star dust.

It is useless to dream of revolution through content, useless to dream of a revelation through form, because the medium and the real are now in a single nebula whose truth is indecipherable.

A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - -billions upon billions of stars

Captain John Sheridan: I wish I had your faith in the universe. I just don't see it. Delenn: Then I will tell you a great secret, Captain. Perhaps the greatest of them all. The molecules of your body are the same molecules that make up this station , and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. We are starstuff. We are the universe made manifest, trying to figure itself out. And as we have both learned, sometimes the universe requires a change of perspective.

It can be said that we are all "star dust," the product of heavy element generation within previous generations of stars.

MUR LAFFERTY is an award-winning author and Hall of Fame podcaster. She's the author of the Nebula- and Hugo-nominated Best Novel finalist Six Wakes, along with the Shambling Guides series, and host of the popular Ditch Diggers and I Should Be Writing podcasts. She also co-edits the Hugo-nominated podcast magazine Escape Pod. She lives in Durham, North Carolina, with her husband, daughter, and two dogs, where she runs, plays computer and board games, and bakes bread.

Octavia E. Butler (1947–2006) was a bestselling and award-winning author, considered one of the best science fiction writers of her generation. She received both the Hugo and Nebula awards, and in 1995 became the first author of science fiction to receive a MacArthur Fellowship. She was also awarded the prestigious PEN Lifetime Achievement Award in 2000.