Quotes About Cosmos

Suddenly, to see that the world was so large, the cosmos so black. The unbounded fascination of it, the unbounded loneliness. . . For the first time, these days, I was touching it with these hands, these eyes. I've been looking at the world half-blind, I thought.

I saw myself reflected in the glass of the large terrace window while black gloom spread over the rain-hounded night panorama. I was tied by blood to no creature in this world. I could go anywhere, do anything. It was dizzying. Suddenly, to see that the world was so large, the cosmos so black. The unbounded fascination of it, the unbounded loneliness... for the first time these days, i was touching it with these hands, these eyes. I've been looking at the world half-blind, i thought.

And us? Just another belch in the darkness. Sound but not word, noise without meaning.

Old Hamlet asks, "What is this quintessence of dust?" Dust it's a dry word, with Saharas of space between each letter.

Is there not A tongue in every star that talks with man, And wooes him to be wise?

whatsoever is, is in God, and without God nothing can be, or be conceived

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

When we look out into space, we're looking back in time; the light from a galaxy a billion light-years away, for instance, will take a billion years to reach us. It's an amazing thing. The history is there for us to see. It's not mushed up like the geologic record of Earth. You can just see it exactly as it was.

I find that easier to accept than this all happened out of nothing.

We don't really understand most of what's happening in the cosmos. Is there any afterlife? Who knows.

I am an astronomer, and my job is to look to the heavens to better understand the universe and our place in it.

The universe began as an enormous breath being held. I am glad that it did... until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on.

There were aging orange embers, blue dwarfs, twin yellow giants. There were collapsing neutron stars, and angry supernovae that hissed into the icy emptiness. There were borning stars, breathing stars, pulsing stars, and dying stars. There was the Death Star. At

there is plenty of room for meeting in the universe.

Worlds cannot be without an intermundane relationship. The community of the centre of all creation suggests an interradiating connection and dependence of the parts.

They who believe in the influences of the stars over the fates of men, are, in feeling at least, nearer the truth than they who regard the heavenly bodies as related to them merely by a common obedience to an external law.

Now and again I go out at night and watch for meteors. The stars are a free show; it don't cost anything to use your eyes.

harmonialism"—a belief that spiritual, physical, and even economic well-being flow from a person's connection with metaphysical forces of the cosmos—manifested itself in such new forms of thought as Spiritualism, Christian Science, New Thought, and Theosophy.

What a degraded cosmos.

Till her appointed course be run; Till on the darkness faint her breath Flown to the silent void, and Death Sit crowned upon the ashen sun. ("The Testimony of the Suns")

Or sit they girt by laws unknown Whereto the senses serve as bars – With fire of unrecorded stars That light a heaven not our own? ("The Testimony of the Suns")

When someone doesn't acknowledge the miraculous conditions of the cosmos, and instead attributes all the systemization and orderliness that we observe all to thermal energy, as if we should expect energy has some innate potential to create orderliness, it stinks of a kind of repression of the profound for no other reason than to avoid the philosophical implications.

As each person observes their world, one configuration emerges from the ethereal background in perfect synchronicity with a synthesized integration of memory and experience, all of which exists enfolded in the parent consciousness. We ourselves are the evolution of time. The cosmos exists inside of us, as real as we exist inside the cosmos.

The Universe is worked and guided from within outwards.