Quotes About Space

Sleep is light in nomad camps. The body, exhausted by space, grows warm, stretches out straight, recalls the length of the trip. The paths of the mountain ridges run like shivers along the spine. The velvet meadows burden and tickle the eyelids. Bedsores of the ravines hollow out the sides. Sleep immures you, bricks you up. Last thought: have to ride around some ridge...

The sun symbolizes the Divine intelligence; the empty vastness of space symbolizes the Divine All-Possibility and also the Divine immutability; a bird symbolizes the soul; a tree symbolizes the grades of being; and water symbolizes knowledge and rain revelation.

The decline of the West, which at first sight may appear, like the corresponding decline of the Classical Culture, a phenomenon limited in time and space, we now perceive to be a philosophical problem that, when comprehended in all its gravity, includes within itself every great question of Being.

Unity of space being thus reestablished, the infinity that is expanded in all directions by the picture is ruled by the Western perspective; and from perspective there runs a road straight to the comprehension of our astronomical world picture and its passionate pioneering into unending farness.

If they did not credit it, we did. We knew it was against all maxims of war for Cavalry to act without support, or infantry at hand. We knew that in all probability few indeed, if any of us, would ever come back from that rapid and deadly ride. But the order was given. There were the guns — and away we went, quickening from trot to canter, and from canter to gallop, as we drew nearer to them. On we went, spurring our horses across the space that divided us from those grim fiery mouths.

The child must not invade the parents' whole universe . . . for family balance, the parents also need personal space,

I liked Lost in Space," Stefan said. "The movie or the TV series?" "The movie? Right. I had forgotten about the movie," he said soberly. "It was better that way.

Jesse sucked in her breath, and said, "It's a TARDIS." "A what?" asked Aiden. "Bigger on the inside than it is on the outside," Jesse said. She

My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.

What a strange girl you are." "Why?" "Flung out of space," Carol said.

If God has given all things their significance, and defined their bounds according to time, space, power, and number, and if He has appointed certain measurements to regulate things and times, biblical numbers must be symbolical, and be worthy of our study; and if a fit subject for study, the laws by which this symbolism of numbers is controlled, require to be ascertained.

Since the affliction was so plainly psychosomatic, the worst thing she could do was to give it space for thought.

The uncanny first impression was again one of private hells coexisting in public space.

Bat Parisul in lung si-n lat de jumatate de secol, astfel ca fiecare cartier imi evoca anumite lucruri, anumite intalniri, adesea ramase fara viitor. In memoria mea totul se amesteca: locurile si persoanele, amintirile intime, lecturile. Nu prefer anumite zone, ci pur si simplu uneori am ciudata senzatie ca as putea sa dau peste niste oameni pe care i-am vazut cu decenii in urma, impietriti si ramasi la varsta si infatisarea de atunci, asa cum se suprapun spatiile-timpuri in unele romane SF.

nearly half full, seating about two hundred students. The room was

The extended silence went on too long. I knew it had to be broken, smashed into little bits and thrown out the nearest airlock.

you ever wondered why socks disappear in the dryer?" I nodded, offering, "The spinning of the dryer combined with the intense heat tears open small holes in the fabric of space and time. Occasionally a sock falls through and ends up in the dresser of some dinosaur." Not everyone agreed with my idea. "The way I see it is the socks mutate into wire coat hangers which then somehow appear in my closet," Dion surmised.

One step into a living space and one can sense the centrality of work in a life.

One step into a living space and one can sense the centrality of work in a life. Half-empty paper coffee cups. Half-eaten deli sandwiches. An encrusted soup bowl. Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. This is how I live, I am thinking.

I did not ask the sign how my husband fared in whatever space was allotted to him in the universe. I did not ask the fate of Sandy. Or Sam. Those things are forbidden, as entreating the angels with prayer. I know that very well, one cannot ask for a life, or two lives. One can only warrant the hope of an increasing potency in each man's heart.

sleep, without sound of itself, is the engendering space of sound.

Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.

and while all people were bound together by the common space they shared, their journeys through time were all different, which meant that each person lived in a slightly different world from everyone else.

Stars, on the other hand, were inexplicable. Not holes in the sky, not candles, not electric lights, not anything that resembled what you knew. The immensity of the black air overhead, the vastness of the space that stood between you and those small luminosities, was something that resisted all understanding. Benign and beautiful presences hovering in the night, there because they were there and for no other reason. The work of God's hands, yes, but what in the world had he been thinking?