Quotes About Cosmos

Nothing is big or small for the Universe.

The eternal thimble of night roofed him with songs and bells, but let in stars.

El llamado Principio Antrópico nos dice que nosotros nos hallamos en uno de los improbables universos en los que una mente consciente es posible, mientras que en el resto simplemente no hay nadie que pueda observar. De este modo, el motivo esencial de por qué nuestro universo, el universo en el que habitamos, es aparentemente especial es porque nosotros estamos aquí.

Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case, the thought is staggering.

The universe was a cosmos, not a chaos; man was as rightfully a part of that cosmos as were the day and night.

In the beginning there was dust, and one day the great, improbable experiment of life will return to dust. We are not secure. Just as our ultimate genesis was entangled with the birth of suns, and the terrifying tumult of asteroids and meteorites, so we are still bound to the cosmos.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

Language is a function not only of neurons, not only of "I," but of the meeting of cell and cosmos: the brash Caw of a disembodied intelligence at large in the universe, perhaps even the "voice" of primordial matter. You can hear it in wild turkeys at dawn.

For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.

He had never told her just what he thought of the value of prayer and all the rest of the self-deluding mumbo jumbo with which otherwise rational people tried to humanize the cosmos. Man had created God in his own image, not the other way around.

A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Phenomenal, to be such a small, weak, short-lived being on a planet with billions of years left to run.

The laws that govern the light from a firefly in my backyard as I write these words tonight also govern the light emitted from an exploding star one billion light-years away. Place changes nothing. Nor does time. One set of fixed rules runs the game, in all times and places. That's as big a truth as we Earthling have discovered, or ever will, in our brief run.

I felt us traveling on a small craft, piloting through the capital city of the reigning global superpower on the coast of the third largest continent of a smallish, rocky world near the inner rim of the habitable zone of a G-type dwarf star that lay a quarter of the way out to the edge of a dense, large, barred, spiral galaxy that drifted through a thinly spread local cluster in the dead center of the entire universe.

The whole cosmos was infinitely less than the whole of being . . . the whole infinity of being underlay every moment of the cosmos.

That's the ruling story on this planet. We live suspended between love and ego. Maybe it's different in other galaxies. But I doubt it.

There was a planet that couldn't figure out where everyone was. It died of loneliness. That happened billions of times in our galaxy alone.

leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Els puts his eye to a burst of stars. They cluster, a blue star nursery, spraying out new worlds. He feels like he did two years ago, when he first looked at a glowing stain of cells under the 1,000x objective and realized that life happens elsewhere, on scales that have nothing to do with him.

THE LAWS THAT GOVERN THE LIGHT FROM A FIREFLY in my backyard as I write these words tonight also govern the light emitted from an exploding star one billion light-years away. Place changes nothing. Nor does time. One set of fixed rules runs the game, in all times and places. That's as big a truth as we Earthlings have discovered, or ever will, in our brief run.

felt us traveling on a small craft, piloting through the capital city of the reigning global superpower on the coast of the third largest continent of a smallish, rocky world near the inner rim of the habitable zone of a G-type dwarf star that lay a quarter of the way out to the edge of a dense, large, barred, spiral galaxy that drifted through a thinly spread local cluster in the dead center of the entire universe.

At one in a million, there are roughly ten million of them in the Milky Way alone.

Back in Brooklyn, a poet-nurse to the Union dying writes: A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

The energy in the universe is not in the planets, or in the protons or neutrons, but in the relationship between them.