"universe"タグの名言

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.

Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.

I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.

Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

My atheism, like that of Spinoza, is true piety towards the universe and denies only gods fashioned by men in their own image, to be servants of their human interests.

There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self.

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.

The Universe is very, very big. It also loves a paradox. For example, it has some extremely strict rules. Rule number one: Nothing lasts forever. Not you or your family or your house or your planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their love will never die, it means that their love is not real, for everything that is real dies. Rule number two: Everything lasts forever.

Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.

Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all; I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair.

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.

My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky

Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you've changed, by believing. Once you've changed, other things start to follow. Isn't that the way it works?