Quotes About Cosmos

All things obey fixed laws.

The universe is made up of stories, not of atoms.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to it for help - for it As impotently moves as you or I.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star! How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!

Such stuff the world is made of.

The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done.

Delenn: The molecules of your body are the same molecules that make up this station, and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. We are starstuff.

El espacio es sólo espacio, la vida sólo es vida, igual en todas partes.

Pero los números no son así. Los números son un infinito bueno. Y ¿por qué? Pues porque, al ser infinitos en número, llenan todos los espacios del universo, y se apilan unos contra otros como ladrillos. Y así estamos seguros. No hay dónde caer.

She was not his sun or moon, but his galaxy.

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return.

We are a singularity that makes music out of noise because we must hurry. We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos.

the universe is not plagued by intentions and purpose.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

and the stars were icicles of mockery

The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.

He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and the glitter of winter nights when home lights brownly wave beneath the heater whiter blaze of stars--those stars that in the North, in the clear nights, all hang frozen tears by the billions, with January Milky Ways like silver taffy, veils of frost in the stillness, huge blinked, throbbing to the slow beat of time and universal blood.

and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave…

I looked up at the sky; the pure, wonderful stars were still there, burning