Quotes About Space

Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

Informality—prepared and practiced informality, not ramshackle casualness—is a keynote of contemporary worship, and worship blossoms when worship space matches worship style.

Empty Spaces: After his father died he carried his life more gently & left an empty space for the birds & other creatures.

I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot. It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

Imagine we're in a spaceship moving steadily through space and we throw a ball across the ship from side to side. It will move in a straight line, because both the ball and the ship are moving forwards at the same speed. But if the ship accelerates, the ball's path will become curved, as the ship moves ahead more quickly. The straight line path has become curved from the viewpoint of the ship. Similarly, Einstein reasoned, a straight line path in space would be curved by gravity.

So, for instance, even though the Earth is travelling in a straight line through space, space itself is curved, so the planet orbits the bowling ball of the Sun. It is a simple, but astonishing observation. Planets move in straight lines. There really is no force pulling them into an orbit. It's just that the space their straight line path runs through gets twisted.

Bruno believed that the universe is infinite and filled with an infinite number of habitable worlds. He also believed that although each world exists for a brief moment when compared to the life of the universe, space itself is neither created nor destroyed; the universe is eternal.

The Universe is always expanding.

we now suspect that Mercury, the innermost planet, began life much further out and was deflected inwards to its present-day seared orbit.

El dolor era una carga demasiado pesada para arrastrarla en un viaje a través de las estrellas.

Once music ceases to be ephemeral - always disappearing - and becomes instead material... it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting, existing as material in space, not immaterial in time.

There are certain sounds that I've found work well in nearly any context. Their function is not so much musical as spatial: they define the edges of the territory of the music.

I feel that what you should illustrate is the space between the words. It's the betweenness, the otherness, that gives depth and dimension.

Einstein comes along and says, space and time can warp and curve, that's what gravity is. Now string theory comes along and says, yes, gravity, quantum mechanics, electromagnetism — all together in one package, but only if the universe has more dimensions than the ones that we see.

Gravity is matter's sugar daddy.

For string theory to make sense, the universe should have nine spacial dimensions and one time dimension, for a total of ten dimensions.

The world of the everyday suddenly seemed nothing but an inverted magic act, lulling its audience into believing in the usual, familiar conceptions of space and time, while the astonishing truth of quantum reality lay carefully guarded by nature's sleights of hand.

If there is a lot of matter, gravity will cause space to curve back on itself, yielding the spherical shape. If there is little matter, space is free to flare outward in the Pringles shape. And if there is just the right amount of matter, space will have zero curvature.*

Ben had never seen his mother cry before, and it startled him, so he didn't ask again. Right afterward she'd put on her favorite record and played a mysterious song called "Space Oddity," about an astronaut named Major Tom who gets lost in space. She used to listen to the song over and over again. With her eyes closed, she'd place the palm of her hand against the fabric of the speaker, so she could feel it vibrate against her skin.

The night was alive. So thickly was the snow falling that, brushing against a human face in its descent, it resembled the fur of a great beast. The fur was less cold than suffocating: it occupied space normally taken up by air and sound. But when the sledge stopped, the staid brazen tongue of a bell could be distantly heard.

So, Sally, what's new around here?" "Jeff Bezos just sold off two million shares." "So, why would our sci-fi paperback bookseller need to sell that much Amazon stock?" "I think Jeff needs the cash for his private space rocket."»

Guys with imagination [...] visionaries [...] we need elbow room. Space to relax. An outfit like Biogen, it ends up with bureaucrats. Drones. That's why they are not getting anywhere.

On that night the sky laid bare its internal construction in many sections which, like quasi-anatomical exhibits, showed the spirals and whorls of light, the pale-green solids of darkness, the plasma of space, the tissue of dreams.