Quotes About Cosmos

Unlike me, Tim Taylor isn't burdened with thoughts about the cosmos. He thinks the Cosmos are a soccer team.

Always remember: Your thoughts are God's gift to you, divinely bestowed by the all-knowing life force of the cosmos that's been running through everything since the first stars were born. Every one of your ideas is special. Every one is sacred.

actually my chair is glued by gravity to a spinning ball that's hurtling around the Sun at a speed of 67,000 miles per hour. So I'm not in the same place at all. I'm 67,000 miles away from where I was sitting an hour ago! Or am I?

He is by nature a musician who composes the harmony of the Cosmos and transmits to each individual the rhythm of their own music. If the music becomes discordant, don't blame the musician, but the lyre-string he plays, that has become loose and sounds flat, marring the perfect beauty of the melody.

For man, time is a destroyer, but for the Cosmos it is an ever-turning wheel. These earthly forms that come and go are illusions.

Of course you don't make any noise in space, because there's no air.

I'm not really into sci-fi movies, but I'm into the science of space a lot. I love astronomy and thinking about the nothingness of the everythingness of space.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

There was a time when 'universe' meant 'all there is.' Everything. The whole shebang. The notion of more than one universe, more than one everything, would seemingly be a contradiction in terms.

I think it's frightening for all of us to contemplate that there's more to the universe than just us, in whatever form it takes, that there are higher forces at work, and to me, that's always a scary notion.

Most of my nightmares that jolt me awake either involve the cosmos or something completely out of human control. In reality, I worry more about nuclear war, or war in general.

You can look up, you can see the stars, the moon and the sun, and you wonder: How does it all work? I didn't have the answers, but I was thinking about all this floating amongst the stars. That is my objective.

We see no objects in our universe that could become wormholes as they age.

My feeling is that if there are that many billions of stars, maybe someone is saying exactly what I'm saying at this moment. I don't know. It's not something I'm obsessed by or think about all the time, but I certainly open to thinking it could be.

It is clear to me now that the universe in its truculence doesn't permit itself to be that well known.

and I've heard that they walk among the stars.

Two Bodies Two bodies face to face are at times two waves and night is an ocean. Two bodies face to face are at times two stones and night a desert. Two bodies face to face are at times two roots laced into night. Two bodies face to face are at times two knives and night strikes sparks. Two bodies face to face are two stars falling in an empty sky.

Hermandad Soy hombre: duro poco y es enorme la noche. Pero miro hacia arriba: las estrellas escriben. Sin entender comprendo: también soy escritura y en este mismo instante alguien me deletrea.

Henceforth the cosmos, once a swarm of blazing galaxies, each a swarm of stars, was composed wholly of star-corpses. These dark grains drifted through the dark void, like an infinitely tenuous smoke rising from an extinguished fire. Upon these motes, these gigantic worlds, the ultimate populations had created here and there with their artificial lighting a pale glow, invisible even from the innermost ring of lifeless planets.

The night embraces me, cool and endless, and above me the stars are tiny holes in the darkness through which the light of eternity is pouring out. I can almost sense primordial stardust flowing through my veins. People are forever telling me that stars make them feel small, and I always nod noncommittally and wonder at the stuffy confinement of their minds. Stars make me feel vast.

The univers is statistically more likely to be ironic than not

Het was krankzinnig hoe klein de wereld in wezen was.

They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.