Quotes About Universe

Though we may prefer ourselves to the universe, we nonetheless loathe ourselves much more than we suspect. If the wise man is so rare a phenomenon, it is because he seems unshaken by the aversion which, like all beings, he must feel for himself.

I had gone far in search of the sun, and the sun, found at last, was hostile to me. And if I were to fling myself off a cliff? While I was making such rather grim speculations, considering these pines, these rocks, these waves, I suddenly felt how bound I was to this lovely, accursed universe.

Cinicul este spectatorul acestei universale absente. El priveste - îndurerat sau rîzînd — la nimic.

The man too lucid to worship will also be too lucid to wreck, or will wreck only his … rebellions; for what is the use of rebelling only to discover, afterwards, a universe intact? A paltry monologue.

To have solely one thought, but it to be capable of destroy the universe

Din tot ce-i fugar - ÅŸi nimic nu-i altfel - culege prin senzaÅ£ii esenÅ£e ÅŸi intensit??i. Unde s? cauÅ£i realul? N-ai unde. Doar în gama emoÅ£iilor. Ce nu se ridic? la ele e ca ÅŸi cum n-ar fi. Un univers neutru e mai absent decât unul fictiv.

What place do we occupy in the "universe"? A point, if that! Why reproach ourselves when we are evidently so insignificant? Once we make this observation, we grow calm at once: henceforth, no more bother, no more frenzy, metaphysical or otherwise. And then that point dilates, swells, substitutes itself for space. And everything begins all over again.

CreÅŸteÅ£i ÅŸi v? înmulÅ£iÅ£i» - porunc? într-un univers de slugi, deschise spre patima orizontal? ÅŸi incapabile de volupt??i f?r? t?v?liri.

Concert la aniversarea (50 de ani) lui O. Messiaen. Eram in spatele muzicantului, dar puteam sa-l vad din profil. Asculta cu un respect religios: lucrarile lui erau intr-adevar un univers - dar numai pentru el. Ascultam cu gandul aiurea; si ma gandeam ca fiecare e inchis in propria-i lume, si ca ceea ce facem nu inseamna nimic pentru ceilalti. Nu exist?m decât pentru duÅŸmanii noÅŸtri - ÅŸi pentru câÈ›iva prieteni care nu ne iubesc.

FuncÅ£ia Cuvîntului în cosmogonii. Dumnezeu vorbeÅŸte iar lucrurile se fac. Este o viziune literar? a universului, pe care numai omul o putea concepe. Ne-ar pl?cea s? cunoaÅŸtem divagaÅ£iile cosmogonice ale unei creaturi mute.

PoÈ›i spune uÈ™or c? universul n-are nici un rost. Nimeni nu se va sup?ra. Dar afirm? acelaÈ™i lucru despre un individ oarecare; el va protesta È™i va lua chiar m?suri spre a te sancÈ›iona. AÈ™a suntem cu toÈ›ii: ne scoatem din cauz? când e vorbe de un principiu general È™i nu ne e ruÈ™ine s? ne izol?m într-o excepÈ›ie.

Zadarnic supunem universul È™i ni-l însuÈ™im, atâta vreme cât nu vom fi învins timpul vom r?mâne doar niÈ™te sclavi.

Our epoch will be marked by the romanticism of the stateless. Already apparent is the image of a universe in which no one will have droit de cité. Inside every citizen nowadays lies a future alien.

And if Indifference fills him to overflowing, if he makes it into a reality as vast as the universe itself, it is because Indifference is the practical equivalent of doubt, and in his eyes does doubt not have the prestige of the Unconditioned?

When modes of expression are worn out, art tends toward non-sense, toward a private and incomprehensible universe. An intelligible shudder, whether in painting, in music, or in poetry, strikes us, and rightly, as vulgar or out-of-date. The public will soon disappear; art will follow shortly. A civilization which began with the cathedrals has to end with the hermeticism of schizophrenia.

There are tears which pierce through the earth and rise as stars in other skies. I wonder who has wept our stars?

A well-proportioned sentence, satisfied with its equilibrium or swollen with its sonority, all too often conceals the malaise of a mind incapable of acceding by sensation to an original universe.

Outside of the surrender of the incommunicable, the suspension amid our mute and unconsoled anxieties, life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

The philosophers' originality comes down to inverting terms. Since there are only three or four attitudes by which to confront the world – and about as many ways of dying – the nuances which multiply and diversify them derive from no more than the choice of words, bereft of any metaphysical range. We are engulfed in a pleonastic universe, in which the questions and answers amount to the same thing.

Zi dup? zi, m? târ?sc pe o bucat? de spaÈ›iu, la marginea Universului, în mijlocul unei infinit??i de cuvinte nepronunÈ›ate.

There are a thousand perceptions of Nothing, and only one word to translate them: the indigence of language renders the universe intelligible . . .

So far as modern science is concerned, we have to abandon completely the idea that by going into the realm of the small we shall reach the ultimate foundations of the universe. I believe we can abandon this idea without any regret. The universe is infinite in all directions, not only above us in the large but also below us in the small.

Time is a random thing. It is the thing that makes us older. Humans use it to organize the world. They have invented a system to try to make order from randomness. The other humans, all of them but me, live their lives by hours and minutes and days and seconds, but those things are nothing. The universe would laugh at our attempts to organize it, if it could be bothered to notice them. Time is the thing that makes our bodies shrivel and decay. That is why people are scared of it.

I was just a tiny part of a huge universe, and nothing really mattered. Every single thing was temporary, and one day all of us would be gone without trace. It was an intensely soothing thought.