Quotes About Galaxies

There will be no humans elsewhere. Only here. Only on this small planet. We are a rare as well as an endangered species. Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.

There are some hundred billion (1011) galaxies, each with, on the average, a hundred billion stars.

The Milky Way Galaxy is one of billions, perhaps hundreds of billions of galaxies notable neither in mass nor in brightness nor in how its stars are configured and arrayed. Some modern deep sky photographs show more galaxies beyond the Milky Way than stars within the Milky Way. Every one of them is an island universe containing perhaps a hundred billion suns. Such an image is a profound sermon on humility.

The Cosmos may be densely populated with intelligent beings. But the Darwinian lesson is clear: There will be no humans elsewhere. Only here. Only on this small planet. We are a rare as well as an endangered species. Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.

A stars rich in europium; of distant galaxies analyzed through the collective light of a hundred billion constituent stars. Astronomical spectroscopy is an almost magical technique. It amazes me still. Auguste Comte picked a particularly unfortunate example.

all the atoms that make each of us up—the iron in our blood, the calcium in our bones, the carbon in our brains—were manufactured in red giant stars thousands of light-years away in space and billions of years ago in time. We are, as I like to say, starstuff.

We are made of stellar ash.

We are made of starstuff. Some

dwarf galaxies, have as few as ten million stars. The biggest, the giants, have been estimated to contain in the region of 100 trillion.

Is what makes you solid a part of you? If the answer is yes, then you are a child of the big bang and a descendant of explosions, collisions, catastrophes, stars, and galaxies. The protons in your hand have been through every slam, every bash, every disaster, and every creative crash this cosmos has ever managed to throw their way. [...] The story of those cosmic calamities and material miracles is your biography. The story of the universe - from protons and suns to curiosity - is your history.

Thy dark eyes beckon me into the darkest nether world of dark galaxies and darker supernovas. Forever in darkness, I know no light! Thy darkness my dark-light!

His wisdom and care extend to infinity in both directions, to galaxies and beyond, and to sub-atomic worlds and below.

Although they weren't a superior force; Captain Hudson and his group had two distinct advantages. First they represented the Realm of the Galaxies; an authority that had not been challenged in 100 years. And second, the LMC squadrons were trying to escape. Their pilots did not want to engage in a fire fight.

We're all worth it, man," River said with a beatific smile. "Were all word millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.

Globular clusters!

Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don't see.

No puede esperarse que el Universo respete las emociones humanas. Envejecerá y morirá sin consideración alguna para con los lamentos del hombre, y sus componentes seguirán alejándose unos de otros en un proceso de eterna expansión incluso después de que las galaxias se hayan consumido hasta convertirse en cenizas de enanas blancas.

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

What a lonely species we are, searching for signals of life from other galaxies, adopting companion animals, visiting parks and zoos to commune with other beasts. In the process, we discover our shared identity.

It's everywhere, really. It's between the galaxies. It is in this room. We believe that everywhere that you have space, empty space, that you cannot avoid having some of this dark energy.

She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.

He carries stars in his pocketsbecause he knowsshe fears the dark.Whenever sadness pays her a visithe paints galaxieson the back of her hands.

There are about three hundred billion stars to a galaxy, and more than eighty billion galaxies in the known universe. That means that if only one in a million planets can support life, and one in a million of those actually has life, and one in a million of those planets has intelligent life . . . then there are at least one and a half million civilizations out there.

Those eyes of his just look up at me, pupils dilated in the diffused lights of the room. Wide, black pools, seeking out galaxies.