Quotes About Stardust

I'm talking about the fact that Stardust is doomed," Savit said. "It may survive five years, or ten, maybe even fifty. But somewhere during its service lifetime, someone will figure out a way to disable or even destroy it.

We're made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

We are made of the same stardust of which all things are made, and when we are immersed in suffering or when we are experiencing intense joy, we are being nothing other than what we can't help but be: a part of our world.

We are stardust, we are fallen and we've got to get back to the garden.

Maybe it's the stardust in my head.

Man has emerged from dust of stars to contemplate the universe around him.

Our world is full of amazing phenomena: a stunningly rapturous sunrise, a night sky spangled with stardust, the fiery beauty of a volcanic lava flow. They all merit a "Oh my!" Humankind's imagination and innovation is truly breathtaking.

So you're made of detritus [from exploded stars]. Get over it. Or better yet, celebrate it. After all, what nobler thought can one cherish than that the universe lives within us all?

And yes, every one of our body's atoms is traceable to the big bang and to the thermonuclear furnaces within high-mass stars that exploded more than five billion years ago. We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe to figure itself out - and we have only just begun.

After 7 or 8 billion years of such enrichment, an undistinguished star (the Sun) was born in an undistinguished region (the Orion arm) of an undistinguished galaxy (the Milky Way) in an undistinguished part of the universe (the outskirts of the Virgo supercluster). The gas cloud from which the Sun formed contained a sufficient supply of heavy elements to spawn a few planets, thousands of asteroids, and billions of comets.

What we do know, and what we can assert without further hesitation, is that the universe had a beginning. The universe continues to evolve. And yes, every one of our body's atoms is traceable to the big bang and to the thermonuclear furnaces within high-mass stars that exploded more than five billion years ago. We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe to figure itself out—and we have only just begun.

And yes, every one of our body's atoms is traceable to the big bang and to the thermonuclear furnaces within high-mass stars that exploded more than five billion years ago. We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe to figure itself out—and we have only just begun.

We are stardust brought to life

Consciousness is in our stars, our moons, and our stardust. It is in every cell of our developing bodies. The sperm and the egg are conscious.

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.

No importa lo que me suceda, se dijo a sí misma. Soy una entre un billón. Soy polvo de estrellas reunido momentáneamente en un cuerpo. Me desperdigaré. Algún día, ese polvo se transformará en otras cosas y yo seré libre. Como Brimstone es libre.

But the longer I'm dead, the more I think the universe is a big blackboard with rules scrawled all over it in chalk and stardust and it's just that the damn thing is flipped over and turned away from us so we can't see anything but the erase, which death, hitting the floor.

Physicists say we are made of stardust. Intergalactic debris and far-flung atoms, shards of carbon nanomatter rounded up by gravity to circle the sun. As atoms pass through an eternal revolving door of possible form, energy and mass dance in fluid relationship. We are stardust, we are man, we are thought. We are story.

Aging is closer to ashes — but also to stardust.

I like books that glow in their own literary light — on a dark shelf, surrounded by a cloud of glistering stardust.

Death is never a clean break — some stardust always remains.

If ever she is to die, it should be out here, in space. Born from stardust, returned to stardust.

I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust