Quotes About Cosmos

It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.

Never belong to a crowd; Never belong to a nation; Never belong to a religion; Never belong to a race. Belong to the whole existence. Why limit yourself to small things? When the whole is available.

The duty that we owe to the Universe is our religion.

I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.

[Religion is] the attempt to be in harmony with an unseen order of things.

Science and religion are, of course, two different ways of looking at the universe; and it's the same universe with two different windows.

We are a rather big-headed little species in a vast cosmos which can do without us very well.

To base the unexplainabilty and the immense wonder of nature onto an other miracle (God) is unnecessary and not acceptable for any serious th

Om is the signature sound of this Universe. It is the soundless sound of existence.

If the creation of the Universe was left up to a atheist, we would still have nothing.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing underneath the same bright star.

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

I'll place my love beneath the stars.

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed down inside him with a roar.

The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.

The machinery of the sky that confounds us on earth with endless transformations of clouds in the light of dawn does not compare to the extraordinary tenacity of human beings, the way of human life, the presentiment of approaching death, the existence of love, the brilliant coruscations of light and the dark scars of our lives, to say nothing of the incomprehensible form of the cosmos and the overwhelming mysteries of space, time, distance.

Listen." I tugged at my neighbor. "Just listen to me! You must-you must give me an answer: out there, where your finite universe ends! What is out there, beyond it?

Be enlightened that the other human being is you. Understand through compassion that passion will make you misunderstand. Vibrate on the cosmos and the cosmos will clear your path. When fear and insecurity leave you, truth and spirit will be with you. T

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

I don't see the Father pouring out his wrath on the Son. I see the human race pouring out their wrath on the Son. So I see the only hope for the entire cosmos is what the Son chooses to accept, crawling upon the instrument of our greatest wrath. He met us at the deepest, darkest place.

The universe just does not work like a story.

The deeper the mysteries of the universe, the less likely it is that whatever is responsible for them gives a damn about female dress codes or human sexual behavior.