Quotes About Cosmos

Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die ?

Galaxies are not scarce. There are at least one hundred billion in the universe, with each containing roughly one hundred billion stars. That's 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 – or ten sextillion – stars altogether, perhaps many more. It's an unintelligible number, and then an awe-striking one – and then a horror story.

The universe takes revenge on those who treat it as an inanimate mechanism not by making them die humiliated, but rather prosperous and brutish.

Humankind spends so much time admiring and ritualizing the inventions of humankind! And yet humankind is such a tiny part of all there is. -- Nigel S. Hey, Wonderment(Matador, 2012)

End of music is the end of the entire universe.

Better, I thought, never to have been born than this; brought out of nothingness, to labour and strive and back into nothingness again; a bit of fungus on the surface of a splinter of a dying star.

In the beat of a heart, the suck of a breath, you are the universe.

I am counted as one among stars. I am sworn to life. I am bound to death.

After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen

Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers...

More heavenly than those flashing stars seem to us the endless eyes that the night opens up within us.

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The destiny of Earthseed is to take root among the stars.

Why is the universe?           To shape God.           Why is God?           To shape the universe.

Why is the universe? To shape God. Why is God? To shape the universe.

The stars are free." She shrugs. "I'd rather have the city lights back myself, the sooner the better. But we can afford the stars.

I'd rather have the city lights back myself, the sooner the better. But we can afford the stars.

Oh, Star Maker, even if you destroy me, I must praise you. Even if you torture my dearest. Even if you torment and waste all your lovely worlds, the little figments of your imagination, yet I must praise you. For if you do so, it must be right. In me it would be wrong, but in you it must be right.

If one could know whether among that glittering host there were here and there other spirit-inhabited grains of rock and metal, whether man's blundering search for wisdom and for love was a sole and insignificant tremor, or part of a universal movement!

Either God is the universe, or he is the flavour of creativity pervading all things.

This microcosm was pregnant with the germ of a proper time and space, and all the kinds of cosmical beings. Within this punctual cosmos the myriad but not unnumbered physical centers of power, which men conceive vaguely as electrons, protons, and the rest, were at first coincident with one another. And they were dormant. The matter of ten million galaxies lay dormant in a point.

Very soon the heavens presented an extraordinary appearance, for all the stars directly behind me were now deep red, while those directly ahead were violet. Rubies lay behind me, amethysts ahead of me.

We of today must conceive our relation to the rest of the universe as best we can; and even if our images must seem fantastic to future men, they may none the less serve their purpose today.

Even thus imprisoned in an instant, the spirit of man might yet plumb the whole extent of space, and also the whole past and the whole future; and so from behind his prison bars, he might render the universe that intelligent worship which, they felt, it demanded of him. Better so, they said, than that he should fret himself with puny efforts to escape. He is dignified by his very weakness, and the cosmos by its very indifference.