Quotes About Cosmos

I was holding [my four-year-old daughter] and I said, 'Sophia, I love you more than anything in the universe.' And she turned to me and said, 'Daddy, universe or multiverse?'

things are the way they are in our universe because if they weren't, we wouldn't be here to notice.

All you are is a bag of particles acting out the laws of physics. That to me is pretty clear.

Gravity is matter's sugar daddy.

things are the way they are in our universe because if they Weren't, we would not be here to notice.

Planet earth, which Carl Sagan described as a "mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam," is an evanescent bloom in an exquisite cosmos that will ultimately be barren. Motes of dust, nearby or distant, dance on sunbeams for merely a moment.

So: if you buy the notion that reality consists of the things in your freeze-frame mental image right now, and if you agree that your now is no more valid than the now of someone located far away in space who can move freely, then reality encompasses all of the events in spacetime.

Look inside yourself and you can see the universe.

Nothing can play havoc with your sense of scale better than looking deeply into the night skies. It can leave you feeling immense and privileged one minute, minuscule and insignificant the next.

So, not at first, but I eventually realized I was seeing this level of reality that's going on right over our heads and most people have no idea it's even there. I realized I was seeing the night sky as our ancestors did, and that by losing it, we'd lost our everyday touch with our place in the cosmos.

The artificial hills and plazas of even small centers were symbolic depictions of the sacred landscape of mountains, hills, trees, and lakes, material replicas of the Maya cosmos designed as the settings for elaborate public rituals that sanctified Maya life—and water management. Tikal, Belize's Caracol, and other centers were giant water catchments, their pyramids "water mountains.

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

some trillions of years ago a sloppy, dirty giant flicked grease from his fingers. One of those gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor. Splat!

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.

The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew.

When a load of bricks, dumped on a corner lot, can arrange themselves into a house; when a handful of springs and screws and wheels, emptied on a desk, can gather themselves into a watch, then and not until then will it seem sensible, to some of us at least, to believe that all these thousands or millions of worlds could have been created, balanced and set to revolving in their separate orbits -- all without any directing intelligence at all.

Light is the magician of the cosmos.

Matter is the most passive and most defenseless essence in cosmos. Anyone can mold it and shape it; it obeys everybody. All attempts at organizing matter are transient and temporary, easy to reverse and to dissolve. There is no evil in reducing life to other and newer forms. Homicide is not a sin.

The heavens and the earth may be captured by the mind's eye.

Some saw stars, it seemed, and some saw the spaces between them.

Thus at the North have I chased Leviathan round and round the Pole with the revolutions of the bright points that first defined him to me. And beneath the effulgent Antarctic skies I have boarded the Argo-Navis, and joined the chase against the starry Cetus far beyond the utmost stretch of Hydrus and the Flying Fish.

Cosmos is the world turned away from God, rebellious and hostile toward him (cf. Rom. 3:16, 19; 2 Cor. 5:19), depraved mankind that is headed for judgment (Rom. 3: 6; 1 Cor. 11: 32). As such believers are redeemed from the present evil aeon (Gal. 1: 4), the cosmos has been crucified for them and they for the cosmos (Gal. 6: 14), they are considered as no longer living in the cosmos (Col. 2: 20), and they must not let themselves be conformed to this aeon (Rom. 12: 2).

It is the closest place to the stars on Earth. (Kalkan)

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.