Quotes About Cosmos

Nebesa nejsou humánní a život nade mnou a pode mnou a ve mnÄ› také ne.

Once we are born, we begin to forget The very reason we cane But you I'm sure I've met Long before the night the stars went out We're meeting up again

Space is like one's mind.... infinite

general relativity and quantum mechanics cannot both be right,

Small said, "But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?" Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night, at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright. "Small, look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see, Small, love like starlight never dies.…" —Debi Gliori No Matter What

Most of us think we're more important than we really are, Charlie. The universe isn't watching. It mostly, for the most part, doesn't care.

The central image for freedom in Lucretius is the clinamen or sudden "swerve." As the atoms in the cosmos fall downward and outward they capriciously swerve, and this change in direction provides for our freedom of will. Last poems, as I read them, execute clinamens in regard to a previous poetic career. They assert a final freedom for the imagination

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

The Earth, after all, doesn't creak and groan its way around the sun just so human beings can have a good time and a bit of a laugh.

The Universe in a Nutshell

Every life-form, no matter how small, contains the outside universe within it's internal universe.

humans deserve a night sky, a sky full of possibilities—sometimes of clouds, often the moon, occasionally planets, nearly always stars and the Milky Way in which we live.

With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.

Sag mir, was bedeutet der Mensch? Woher ist er kommen? Wo geht er hin? Wer wohnt dort oben auf goldenen Sternen?

Out of all the ridiculous religion stories - which are greatly, wonderfully ridiculous - the silliest one I've ever heard is, 'Yeah, there's this big, giant universe, and it's expanding, and it's all going to collapse on itself, and we're all just here, just 'cuz. Just 'cuz.' That to me, is the most ridiculous explanation ever.

The magnificent cosmos is a palace that has the sun and the moon as its lamps and the stars as its candles; time is like a rope or ribbon hung within it, on to which the Glorious Creator each year threads a new world.

I do have faith. I don't have faith that a God exists, nor do I have faith that one does not; I have absolute faith that I do not know, cannot know, am only human, am an infinitesimal creature packed onto a cramped planet crowded with seven billion bodies, and as many yearning hearts, and as many questioning minds.

We are the representatives of the cosmos; we are an example of what hydrogen atoms can do, given 15 billion years of cosmic evolution.

The fact that life evolved out of nearly nothing, some 10 billion years after the universe evolved out of literally nothing, is a fact so staggering that I would be mad to attempt words to do it justice.

In less than a hundred years, we have found a new way to think of ourselves. From sitting at the center of the universe, we now find ourselves orbiting an average-sized sun, which is just one of millions of stars in our own Milky Way galaxy.

We are made out of stardust. The iron in the hemoglobin molecules in the blood in your right hand came from a star that blew up 8 billion years ago. The iron in your left hand came from another star.