Quotes About Cosmos

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

Big Bang gave us hydrogen and helium. We couldn't make people out of hydrogen and helium. So we're made out of exploding stars.

We are all made up of stars and all of us are billions of years old - that's what I believe, at least.

That is one of the things that has come out of the discovery of pulsars - more knowledge about the space between the stars.

I'm fascinated by the deaths of stars and the havoc they wreak on their environments.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

We forget how recently astronomers figured out what the stars are made of, what makes them shine, how distant they are, how they are born, and whether they remain immutable or evolve and die.

It has been discovered that all the world is made of the same atoms, that the stars are of the same stuff as ourselves. It then becomes a question of where our stuff came from. Not just where did life come from, or where did the earth come from, but where did the stuff of life and of the earth come from?

I think the Earth and everything around it is connected - the sky and the planets and the stars and everything else we see as a mystery.

I don't know why. I'm fascinated with stars and space. I just love them.

The stars handle it very graciously. They let you know. They know how to play the game.

My whole entry into astronomy started from a spiritual place.

We can be very sure that as we discover new aspects of the expanding and evolving universe, we will be startled and amazed once again.

Everything starts somewhere, although many physicists disagree.

My personal mission statement is to combine the intimately human and the grandly cosmic. I like to think that science fiction works on these two different scales.

The great spirals... apparently lie outside our stellar system.

The sky was clear — remarkably clear — and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?" "Yes." "All like ours?" "I don't know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted." "Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?" "A blighted one.

The universe, the whole mass of things that are, is corporeal, that is to say, body, and hath the dimensions of magnitude, length, breadth and depth. Every part of the universe is 'body' and that which is not 'body' is no part of the universe, and because the universe is all, that which is no part of it is nothing, and consequently nowhere.

But now, in the daily business of our warped cosmos, Vulcan barley registers, even as an antiquarian curiosity. Only a few have some vague memory of the story – mostly physicists and astronomers with a historical bent. For them, Vulcan is a cautionary tale: it's so damn easy to see what one wants or expects to find.

We are gene-copying bio-robots, living out here on a lonely planet in a cold and empty physical universe.

A: There is no grand scheme of things. B: If there were a grand scheme of things, the fact – the fact – that we are not equipped to perceive it, either by natural or supernatural means, is a nightmarish obscenity. C: The very notion of a grand scheme of things is a nightmarish obscenity.

one must take into account the shocking fact that we live on a world that spins. After considering this truth, nothing should come as a surprise.

Now I am a vagabond of the universe, a drifter among spaces where the madness of things has no limits.