Quotes About Space

In the vastness of the desert, each reduction of the group made them realize how small they were, how puny, in relation to the space they were traveling through.

That's the only part that bugs me about this. It's so empty out there." "True. On the other hand, if the Sun blows up we'll be in an unrivaled position to say, 'What was that?'" "Oh

so that the ship was falling toward the sun; and then he swung the nose inward and began to increase velocity

But you've never even been as far as the Moon.

Current addiction is the youngest of mankind's sins. At some time in their histories, most of the cultures of human space have seen the habit as a major scourge. It takes users from the labor market and leaves them to die of self-neglect.

A glow of solar corona showed over the edge of the shadow square.

We have sent no probes, of course.

Skyscrapers, said Speaker. With so much room on the Ringworld, why build so tall? To prove they can do it. No, that's asinine, said Louis. There'd be no point, if they could build something like the Ringworld itself. Perhaps the tall buildings came later, during the decline of civilization.

From the bluffs east of the city, Gladstone, Montana looks as though it could have been laid out by a shotgun blast, the commercial and residential districts a tight cluster in the center and then the buckshot dispersing in the looser pattern of outlying houses and businesses owned by those Montanans for whom space is a stronger article of faith than neighborliness.

There are, of course, an infinite number of places where one is not, yet only one place where one actually is.

Because we don't have your typical gaps around here. Not gaps made of rocks or mountains. We have gaps in the world. In the space of things. So many places to lose yourself, if you believe that they're there. You can slip into the gap and never find your way out. Or maybe you don't want to find your way out.

I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

A long time ago it used to bother me that I could be in such confusion, such pain, and the world just didn't give a shit. The world, the creation as a whole, is designed to move forward, to keep on without any one individual person. It feels damned impersonal, and it is. But, then, if the world stopped rotating just because one of us was having a bad day, we'd all be floating out in space.

There's something about Betty, like she's a great big empty space waiting to suck in trouble. There'll always be a story.... One of these days Betty's going to get up and find a line of starving Africans outside her door. You can depend on it.

Where did you live before you came here? I asked. The moon, he said smoothly. We left because the place had no atmosphere.

Where did you live before you came here?" I asked. "The moon," he said smoothly. "We left because the place had no atmosphere.

Normally, one is only conscious of the room around one, but when no-one else is present, one's awareness is free to fill all the space.

The rocket worked perfectly, except for landing on the wrong planet.

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.

Where there is matter, there is geometry.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

I'm convinced that before the year 2000 is over, the first child will have been born on the moon.

On the return trip home, gazing through 240,000 miles of space toward the stars and the planet from which I had come, I suddenly experienced the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious.