Quotes About Space

And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you - all of you on the good Earth.

Blew up? How?' 'We dropped a shielded runcible gate into it while the gate at the other end was moved into position before a stream of near-light-speed asteroids flung out from a spinning black hole.

It sets me off giggling, which gets everyone else laughing. And it occurs to me that even in these do-or-die moments, there's still space for us to laugh. I guess that means we still have some fight left in us.

look up into the night sky and see not the stars but the darkness between them

It sets me oof giggling, which gets everyone else laughing. And it occurs to me that even in these do-or-die moments, there's still space for us to laugh. I guess that means we still have some fight left in us.

The irony, however, is that with no body, the world itself becomes my body. One might think this would make me feel grand, but it doesn't. If my body is the Earth, then I am nothing more than a spec of dust in the vastness of space. I wonder what it would be like, then, if my consciousness were to someday span the distance between stars.

THE MOON BLEW UP WITHOUT WARNING AND FOR NO APPARENT reason.

Podría compararse este tipo de obra con un puro trabajo manual que debe cubrir cierta cantidad de espacio en un tiempo determinado, o con una larga ruta con un gran número de etapas. Cuando se ha completado una etapa, no hay que volver a hacerla; y cuando se ha recorrido la ruta entera, el artista se libra del cuadro.

once said that the "Language Poets" take a private space on the public beach. My response to this is that it takes a private place within for the individual to find any comfort or freedom at all on the public beach – which, in fact, is the only beach for most of us.

Length and stress are both mutated in an open area where language mobilizes a network of meaning using the open space as a kind of time divided by an unquantified movement of the eye and breath while reading.

I was feeling unfulfilled and, frankly, rather crappy about everything. I wasn't going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of us weren't even doing little things.

about our argument tonight whatever it was about and no matter how unhappy it made us feel remember that there is a cat somewhere adjusting to the space of itself with a delightful wonderment of easiness. in other words magic persists without us no matter what we do against it.

there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing that gentle pure space it's worth centuries of existence say just to scratch your neck while looking out the window at a bare branch that space there before they get to us ensures that when they do they won't get it all ever. --It's Ours

I've seen too many intellectuals lately. I get very tired of the precious intellects who must speak diamonds every time they open their mouths. I get tired of battling for each space of air for the mind. That's why I stayed away from people for so long, and now that I am meeting people, I find that I must return to my cave.

Hijo, aire y luz y tiempo y espacio no tienen nada que ver con la creación y no crean nada más que, quizá, una vida más larga para encontrar nuevas excusas para no hacerlo

baby, air and light and time and space have nothing to do with it and don't create anything except maybe a longer life to find new excuses for.

under bridges is only air.

There was neither non-existence nor existence then; there was neither the realm of space nor the sky which is beyond. What stirred? Where? —THE RIG VEDA

Accelerating to speeds faster than light was, of course, impossible. General relativity had made that clear enough back in the twentieth century. However, since then a number of ways of circumventing the speed limit had turned up; by now, there were at least six different known methods of moving mass or information from A to B without going through c.

A historian who works for a bank: That's not the most likely background for someone who capers around the cosmos having adventures, is it?

Look, we know, now, that a singularity doesn't turn into a voracious predator that eats all the dumb matter in its path, triggering a phase change in the structure of space—at least, not unless they've done something very stupid to the structure of the false vacuum, somewhere outside our current light cone.

Starships are all work and no fun.

OF COURSE, SPACE travel isn't only about being stuffed into a claustrophobia-inducing cell, scared witless, trussed up in a restraint harness, and raped through every orifice for years on end. Because, you know, if that was all there was to it, there'd be a queue outside every travel agent.

They fuck hard and fast at too many gees, his docking hectocotylus locked tight inside her launch adapter.