Quotes About Universe

Song of the Builders On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God— a worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way. How great was its energy, how humble its effort. Let us hope it will always be like this, each of us going on in our inexplicable ways building the universe.

For are we not all, at times, exactly like Poe's narrators—beating upon the confining walls of circumstance, the limits of the universe? In spiritual work, with good luck (or grace) we come to accept life's brevity for ourselves. But the lover that is in each of us—the part of us that adores another person—ah! That is another matter.

Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect. _______

All the world is taken in through the eye, to reach the soul, where it becomes more, representative of a realm deeper than appearances: a realm ideal and sublime, the deep stillness that is, whose whole proclamation is the silence and the lack of material instance in which, patiently and radiantly, the universe exists.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions.

The moth and the fisheggs are in their place, The suns I see and the suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.

Surely the sea is the most beautiful fact in our universe, but you won't find a fisherman who will say so; what they say is, See you later.

Somewhere in the universe, in the gallery of important things, the babyish owl, ruffled and rakish, sits on its pedestal. Dear, dark dapple of plush! A message, reads the label, from that mysterious conglomerate: Oblivion and Co. The hooked head stares from its blouse of dark, feathery lace. It could be a valentine.

At one I paused to drink, and inside me the water whispered: And now, like us, you are a million years old.

Gravity is why there are suns and planets in the first place. It is practically God.

Gravitation is the lust of the cosmos.

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

Guardamos todo un universo en nuestro interior, lleno de frecuencias sobrepuestas que componen una sinfonía de proporciones cósmicas.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Life adapted to the laws of physics, not vice versa.

All that determinists are asking you to accept is that there cannot be effect without cause.

the universe was not created for or about human beings, that we are not special, and there was no Golden Age of tranquillity and plenty in the distant past, but only a primitive battle for survival.

The middle ages did not care much for alphabetical order, because they were committed to rational order. To the medieval mind, the universe [is] a harmonious whole whose parts are related to one another. It was the responsibility of the author or scholar to discern these rational relationships -- of hierarchy, or of chronology, or of similarities and differences, and so forth.

Fourteen billion years of evolution and unfolding of the universe bespeak the intimate sacredness of all that is.

The sin of acedia is cutting ourselves off from the rest of the universe, cutting ourselves off from... really, the music of the universe... We cut ourselves off from that and we ourselves are listless and without music.

mmmm, space stuff

It is our fellow creatures' lot in the universe, the place assigned them in creation, to be completely at our mercy, the fiercest wolf or tiger defenseless against the most cowardly man.

On a timeline that shows the 15 billion years of the universe as one year, the first human appears only at 10:30p on December 31 (about 3 million years ago). Stonehenge is built and Egyptian civilization arises at 11:50:54p (about 3,000 years ago). The Buddha appears on the timeline at 11:59:55p (2,500 years ago), and Christ shows up at 11:59:55p (2,000 years ago). The European Renaissance occurs at 11:59:59p (450 years ago), on the last day of the year.

My moose," she said in a low voice. "I finally got it. The universe paid me in moose.