Quotes About Stars

Stephen Hawking Quotes Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. Stephen Hawking

remember to look up at the stars and not at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up. Unleash your imagination. Shape the future.

contains on average some one hundred billion stars. If a star were a grain of salt, you could fit all the stars visible to the naked eye on a teaspoon, but all the stars in the universe would fill a ball more than eight miles wide.

Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. However difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up.

Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up. Unleash your imagination. Shape the future.

Thus the very fact that we exist as beings that can ask the question "Why is the universe the way it is?" is a restriction on the history we live in. It implies it is one of the minority of histories that have galaxies and stars. This is an example of what is called the Anthropic Principle. The Anthropic Principle says that the universe has to be more or less as we see it, because if it were different there wouldn't be anyone here to observe it.

Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.

Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.

Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyhole- is the breath of all the living universe.

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

She laughed at the stars, frightened but free, her terror as sharp as pain and as sweet as a ripe October apple

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.

He rolled in his bed, twisting the sheets, grappling with a problem years too big for him, awake in the night like a single sentinel on picket. And sometime after midnight, he slept, too, and then only the wind was awake, prying at the hotel and hooting in its gables under the bright gimlet gaze of the stars.

Just go on dancing with me like this forever, Garraty. And I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside dowm from the moon.

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down...

The night was cold, chilling the sweat on his face, but the air was as sweet and crisp as the first bite of a fall apple. Above him was a half-moon and what seemed like a trillion stars. To match the trillion pebbles, just as mysterious, that we walk over everyday, he thought. Mystery above, mystery below. Weight, mass, reality: mystery all around.

He felt awe as he looked up at those stars, but also a deep and abiding contentment, such as he had felt as a child, awakening in the night, safe and warm beneath his quilt, drowsing half in and half out of sleep, listening to the wind sing its lonely song of other places and other lives.

The sky, with a single star, would be dark and boring. A million stars in the firmament makes for something wondrous and bright.

Go AheadSpeak your wordsLord is with youLook at the skyHow were stars are so highSee your dreamsChase them with your heartBut, takes your mind with youYou will be fine very soon

Life without a Soul is like a universe without the stars

If stars avoided the dark, they would not be visible at night.

As paint needs a canvass for its beauty to show, stars need darkness for their splendor to shine.

Because the sun helps you in the day, do not scoff at stars at night.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)