Quotes About Galaxies

We are made of starstuff.

We are all star stuff.

No star seemed less than what science has taught us that it is.

We ourselves are made of Stardust.

I have to believe there's some other life force out there. I don't know in what form. But we can't have all these galaxies and universes without something going on.

Interplanetary dust," I repeated, liking the feel of the words on my tongue.

One of the key differences between galaxies with super massive black holes is whether or not the black holes are lit up, because they are basically bingeing on a lot of material in its surroundings.

The Hubble Telescope can see the farthest galaxies. The Webb Telescope will see the farthest stars.

Seeing outward is equivalent to looking backward in time because the telescope's mirror is capturing primeval light... galaxies that existed before our time.

One basic principle found throughout nature is this: Tension seeks resolution. From the spider web to the human body, from the formation of galaxies to the shifts of continents, from the swing of pendulums to the movement of wind-up toys, tension-resolution systems are in play.

It's hard to imagine a more extraordinary claim than that some hidden intelligence created a universe of more than a hundred billion galaxies, each containing more than a hundred billion stars, and then waited more than 13.7 billion years until a planet in a remote corner of a single galaxy evolved an atmosphere sufficiently oxygenated to support life, only to then reveal his existence to an assortment of violent tribal groups before disappearing again.

Andromeda was discovered to be another island universe, another spiral galaxy almost identical to our own, and one of the more than 100 billion other galaxies that, we now know, exist in our observable universe.

Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind- bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.

Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is…

knowledge right now, there are two trillion galaxies in the known Universe, each with an average of a hundred billion stars. Which comes to two hundred billion trillion stars in total. And

there are two trillion galaxies in the known Universe, each with an average of a hundred billion stars. Which comes to two hundred billion trillion stars in total.

A number of scientists thought the universe could be conscious, and I had even read a paper that had investigated similarities between the human brain, with its hundred billion neurons, and the cosmos, with its hundred billion or more galaxies.

Ignoring the vast difference in scale, the authors had found the structures were remarkably similar. Neurons and galaxies were both assembled together in a complex web, spread out in long filaments and nodes that linked them up. Additional analysis revealed that the distribution of the neuronal network in the brain and the distribution of matter in the cosmic web were eerily similar.

Most cosmologists agree that dark matter and dark energy make up ninety-five percent of the universe. The parts we can detect, the hundreds of billions of galaxies filled with hundreds of billions of stars and planets, represent only five percent of the total.

Quando di notte alzavamo la testa verso la luna, percepivamo in noi la vastità del mondo, la sentivamo brillare immobile sopra il brulichio ininterrotto di miliardi di individui. La coscienza si dilatava nello spazio totale del pianeta, verso altre galassie. L'infinito smetteva di essere immaginario. Ecco perché era inconcepibile dirsi che un giorno saremmo morti.

WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE, You change the world. You change everything Sun, moon, galaxies are created, Your genes are mutated, WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE.

The miracle of eggs. In the beginning was the egg. The chicken was an afterthought, a mere transmission mechanism for the production of further eggs. The world itself is egglike. Those astrophotos of galaxies, spiral nebulae—do they not resemble fresh eggs broken in the pan? The universe itself may be no more than one gigantic cosmic egg. And the function of mind? To fertilize that egg. Creating—who knows what grotesque and Godlike monster. Best not think about it.

The grotto itself comprises its own slick universe, and inside this universe spin countless galaxies: here, in the upturned half of a single mussel shell, lives a barnacle and a tiny spindle shell occupied by a still smaller hermit crab. And on the shell of the crab? A yet smaller barnacle. And on that barnacle?

and inside this universe spin countless galaxies