Quotes About Cosmos

Así como la -naturaleza- es el producto de una secularización progresiva del cosmos obra de Dios, el hombre profano es el resultado de una desacralización de la existencia humana.

It should be said at once that the completely profane world, the wholly desacralized cosmos, is a recent discovery in the history of the human spirit…for the nonreligious men of the modern age, the cosmos has become opaque, inert, mute; it transmits no message, it holds no cipher.

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it's all an accident.

However, this is too harmonious, grand, and overwhelming a universe to believe it all on accident.

El universo es demasiado armonioso, magnífico y abrumador para creer que sólo es una casualidad.

el universo es demasiado armonioso, magnífico y abrumador para pensar que sólo es una casualidad.»

Somewhere between dust and the stars

The air is so dry, so clear, and there's so few people, almost no lights. And you can lie on your back and look up and see the Milky Way. All the stars like a splash of milk in the sky. And you see them slowly move. Because the Earth is moving. And you feel like you're lying on a giant spinning ball in space.

one is to look out at the universe and see yourself, the other is to look within yourself and see the universe.

There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.

Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

They say (she had read somewhere) that no one ever disappears, up in the atmosphere, stratosphere, whatever you call space--atoms infinitely minute, beyond conception of existence, are up there forever, from the whole world, from all time.

Writing to Lucretius, on Epicurus' belief that the soul was no different from the rest of the cosmos; made of atoms] Death is therefore nothing to us, and does not concern us at all, since it appears that the substance of the soul is perishable. When the separation of body and soul, whose union is the essence of our being, is consummated, it is clear that absolutely nothing will be able to reach us and awaken our sensibility, not even if earth mixes with sea, and sea with heaven.

The stars are filming us for no one.

When skies above were not yet named Nor earth below pronounced by name There was water...

The stars in their courses, never all that concerned with the welfare of the human race, tonight looked especially indifferent.

It's been said that astronomy is a humbling and, I might add, a character-building experience.

May the sound of this bell penetrate deeply into the cosmos. In even the darkest places, may living beings hear it clearly so that understanding comes to their hearts, and without much hardship, they transcend the cycle of birth and death. or:

Our body is a masterpiece of the cosmos. Our body carries within it the stars, the moon, the universe, and the presence of all our ancestors. How many millions of years of evolution has it taken to give rise to these wondrous two eyes, legs, feet, and hands? Countless life-forms are supporting our existence in this moment. Reconnecting with our physical body takes only a few moments of stopping and breathing with awareness.

The Buddha once told the monastics to look up at the sky at night to see the moon, and he asked them whether they saw how great the moon's happiness was as it traveled in the vast open space.

Rien ne se crée, rien ne se perd" (Nothing is created, nothing is lost).

When we look into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in the cosmos in it. Without clouds, there could be no rain, and there would be no flower. Without time, the flower could not bloom. In fact, the flower is made entirely of non flower elements; it has no independent, individual existence. It 'inter-is' with everything else in the universe.

Everything is empty. Empty of what? Empty of a separate self. A flower is full of everything in the cosmos—sunshine, clouds, air, and space. It is empty of only one thing, a separate existence.

The destiny of humans cannot be separated from the destiny of earth.