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.
I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.
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.
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
More than others.
She was different.
After all; I would
be a fool not to
notice the way the
sunshine played with
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?
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.
If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
no, no, it's not all random, if it really was all random, the universe would abandon us completely. and the universe doesn't. it takes care of its most fragile creations in ways we can't see. like with parents who adore you blindly. and a big sister who feels guilty for being human over you. and a little gravelly-voiced kid whose friends have left him over you. and even a pink-haired girl who carries your picture in her wallet. maybe it is a lottery, but the universe makes it all even out in the end. the universe takes care of all its birds.
We are the cosmos made conscious and life is the means by which the universe understands itself.