Quotes About Space

The one thing every NFL defense has in common is that it's sound. No matter where guys move on the field, every single foot of space will be accounted for.

All astronauts have degrees in science, engineering, or medicine, but other than that, there's no one path to NASA. The one thing everyone has in common is we've all exceled in our chosen field.

That's the problem with working and living in the same space - my studio is downstairs, so I often get distracted by domestic things.

In 1969 I was 16, and for me anything was possible. '2001: A Space Odyssey' was in theaters. Man's future in space seemed limitless, and here on TV to punctuate it all were men walking on the moon.

Theatre is a sacred space for actors. You are responsible; you are in the driving-seat.

Acting must be scaled down for the screen. A drawing room is a lot smaller than a theatre auditorium.

I wouldn't say that 'The Fabric of the Cosmos' is a book on cosmology. Cosmology certainly plays a big part, but the major theme is our ever-evolving understanding of space and time, and what it all means for our sense of reality.

I wandered and roamed through my domain, my private space, smelling its essence, accepting its claim on me and incorporating every dust mote, every spider's web into an orgy of possessive bliss.

Crowded rooms and lonesome tunes and very little sky.

A corner is important. It provides privacy and an anchor and lets you exist independently of the room.

Un palais aux murs De vent Un palais dont les tours Sont de flamme au grand jour Un palais d'opale Au cœur du zénith L'oiseau fait d'air pâle Y vole vite Laisse une traînée blanche Dans l'espace noir Son vol dessine un signe Qui signifie absence

An army, great in space, may offer opposition in a brief span of time. One man, brief in space, must spread his opposition across a period of many years if he is to have a chance of succeeding.

It's so delicate, the light. And there's so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night. And it has such a long way to go through such desolate space. So let's be gentle with it. Cherish it. So it will come again in the morning. We hope." 'Just Delicate Needles'—by Rolf Jacobsen (translated by Robert Hedin)

I am awake but asleep, a ghost floating in a space that has no beginning or end, just an endless hall of grief.

People put too much stuff on their walls.

Mi corazón al calorcillo, tras su verjita de costillas, conejo agitado, acurrucado, estúpido. Al tirarte de un salto desde lo alto de la Torre Eiffel, debes de sentir cosas así. Querrías agarrarte al espacio.

Al cabo del tiempo, le resultaron tan insoportables los desolados intervalos del día, que empezó a procurarse drogas a fin de aumentar sus períodos de sueño. El hachís le ayudó enormemente, y en una ocasión le trasladó a una región del espacio donde no existen las formas, pero los gases incandescentes estudian los secretos de la existencia. Y un gas violeta le dijo que esta parte del espacio estaba al exterior de lo que él llamaba el infinito.

The temporal immortality of the soul of man, that is to say, its eternal survival also after death, is not only in no way guaranteed, but this assumption in the first place will not do for us what we always tried to make it do. Is a riddle solved by the fact that I survive forever? Is this eternal life not as enigmatic as our present one? The solution of the riddle of life in space and time lies outside space and time.

A right-hand glove could be put on the left hand if it could be turned round in four-dimensional space.

In the end, life can be seen to be inconsequential, in the way that nothing matters on some vast evolutionary scale. But everything matters, and we know the most when life seems most horrific, when at each instant of time, all the space around us is everything there is.

In the end, life can be seen to be inconsequential, in the way that nothing matters on some vast evolutionary scale. But everything matters, and we know that most when life seems most horrific, when at each instant of time, all the space around us is everything there is.

That other people found a community easily struck him as mysterious; the city was a wide network of generic streets and buildings, among which small figures were suspended in casual segregation. The space between them was air and metal.

I've discovered that half the people would love to go into space, and there's no need to explain it to them. The other half can't understand, and I couldn't explain it to them. If someone doesn't know why, I can't explain it.

Here we begin to guess at the nature of space... The Galaxy has given us our canvas, a dead dragonfly has bequeathed us the brushes we have to hand. We make Space. We define it... none of this belongs to Earth or to ideology. It is inviolate.' To prove his point, perhaps, space ignored him.