Quotes About Space

Rashaquin reproduction. Their entire social order is bult to keep adults well separated, with lots of private space, so they don't accidentally each one another.

We were moving fast, but at least we were within lightspeed communication range that wasn't longer than a human lifetime.

Rashaquin reproduction. Their entire social order is bult to keep adults well separated, with lots of private space, so they don't accidentally eat one another.

Well, one of the things you learn about sharing a small space with strong personalities you can't escape from is to practice your boundaries even if you'll never be really good at them.

Nothing in space is ever really standing still, so all visitors and accelerations are, not to put too fine a point on it, relative.

tube itself was fighting her in ways that it wouldn't in space. Ruby was so used to not complaining, because she was short. Because she was a woman. Anything she said would be seen as a failure on her part. But the resistance was an NBLism and not a problem the actual spacewalker would face, and people's lives were on the line.

No matter what kind of nonsense is going on around you, the first moment of stepping out of a vehicle into space is always awe-inspiring, the more so here in the Core than elsewhere.

Outside, the folded sky of white space-and my time as a free person (was I a free person?)-whisked silently by.

Space: still ridiculously big.

Farweather was the one who made an extreme sport of plunging through space under her own impulse, sliding about shipless in the void-and practice counts. I wished I believed in the convenient entertainment myth that just really wanting it more than the other guy was enough to insure success.

She was continuing to develop and evolve. All she had ever needed was the resources to enrich herself, and the space in which to grow. She was so brave and so slight-and, okay, so glittery-that my eyes stung a little from looking at her.

Fortunately, in partial gravity, one-handed push-ups aren't as hard as they are planet-side.

The darkness was their friend, the torchlight their ally; it would turn the mouth of this particular tunnel into a well of darkness for anyone in the open space beyond.

It's hard to punch a free-floating shipvoice, though, and whaling a bulkhead would look silly, send me spinning across the cabin, and hurt me more than it hurt Singer.

Much as I'd like to keep him standing in the hallway, I step back and let him into my cabin. He takes up most of the available floor space, all cleft chin and precision.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

A sentence in Auden's Airman's Journal has always seemed very profound to me ---I haven't the book here so I can't quote it exactly, but something about time and space and how 'geography is a thousand times more important to modern man than history'---I always like to feel where I am geographically all the time, on the map,---but maybe that is something else again.

Four houndred billion suns spiraling through space together. Our solar system just one grain on that galactic carousel. The carousel itself a speck in the cosmos. And here I am in this small clearing, on the surface of the heart, as transient and unnoticed to the universe as the dry blades of grass that are poking into my shirt. It's too much to comprehend up there, too enormous, and I'm so small when it's on top of me. It frightens me, like I'm being crushed.

If you are the type who truly longs to be a Southern Belle at all times, regardless of taking twice the space available in bus, subway or elsewhere, you had best remove yourself to a large estate replete with servants.

He would let himself in whenever he felt like it, come and go as he pleased. I remembered when this was such a big deal for me, not so long ago. I'd wanted my own space, my front door that I could lock behind me and know for sure that nobody was going to be inside there without me. I remembered telling him that I wanted that space back. I remembered asking him for the key, and him walking away from me. I remembered him simply walking away and leaving, without so much as an argument.

some of their less well-to-do connections were glad to put up with the slight awkwardness of having her in the house for a short space, in consideration of the handsome boarding fee which was paid them for it.

Sobran wondered whether the angel was trying to follow his feelings about age or those of humans in general. He felt that he had to get his answer right, so he thought for a time before he told Xas, "It's as if I can no longer fit the space I've made for myself in the world. Yes--I've shrunk inside the space I've made.

All librarians, deep down, loathe their buildings. Something is always wrong—the counter is too high, the shelves too narrow, the delivery entrance too far from the offices. The hallway echoes. The light from windows bleaches books. In short, libraries are constructed by architects, not librarians.

It was tempting to believe that if you made yourself small and light, beneath notice, you might be allowed to persist nearly anywhere. But meek women were tossed out and forgotten: that was something she had learned from Bertha Truitt herself. What women needed to do was take up space. Become unbudgeable.