1. I’m choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I’m making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.
2. Not just beautiful, though–the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
3. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
4. The three rules of the Librarians of Time and Space are: 1) Silence; 2) Books must be returned no later than the last date shown; and 3) Do not interfere with the nature of causality.
5. Stuart needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.
6. Depression isn’t a war you win. It’s a battle you fight every day. You never stop, never get to rest. It’s one bloody fray after another.
7. I saw the world from the stars’ point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.
8. 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.
9. Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
10. In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.
11. Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.
12. You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.
13. I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.
14. It’s so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there’s this part of me that’s achingly lonely I could die.
15. How dare you open a spaceman’s helmet on an uncharted planet? My eyeballs could’ve been sucked from their sockets!
16. We’re not words, Henry, we’re people. Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.
17. I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
18. Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.
19. The moment that judgement stops through acceptance of what it is, you are free of the mind. You have made room for love, for joy, for peace.
20. In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie.
21. You see,” she concluded miserably, “when I can call like that to him across space–I belong to him. He doesn’t love me–he never will–but I belong to him.
22. It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small
23. She noted, more than once, that the meteor shower was happening, beyond the overcast sky, even if we could not see it. Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.
24. Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
25. Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.
26. When the image is new, the world is new.
27. I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
28. Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.
29. National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.
30. Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
31. I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break. Inside, though, I was already broken.
32. I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.
33. The stars up there at night are closer than you think.
34. History is just a way of keeping score, but it doesn’t have to be who we are.
35. I promise you that the same stuff galaxies are made of, you are. The same energy that swings planets around stars makes electrons dance in your heart. It is in you, outside you, you are it. It is beautiful. Trust in this. And you your life will be grand.
36. Writing is not a matter of time, but a matter or of space. If you don’t keep space in your head for writing, you won’t write even if you have the time.
37. Space and silence are two aspects of the same thing. The same no-thing. They are externalization of inner space and inner silence, which is stillness: the infinitely creative womb of all existence.
38. Memories aren’t stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.
39. Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don’t see.
40. Writing, the art of communicating thoughts to the mind through the eye, is the great invention of the world…enabling us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn, at all distances of time and space.
41. The vast distances that separate the stars are providential. Beings and worlds are quarantined from one another. The quarantine is lifted only for those with sufficient self-knowledge and judgment to have safely traveled from star to star.
42. By looking far out into space we are also looking far back into time, back toward the horizon of the universe, back toward the epoch of the Big Bang.
43. I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
44. I see Earth! It is so beautiful.
45. In all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.
46. And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
47. Dinosaurs are extinct today because they lacked opposable thumbs and the brainpower to build a space program.
48. We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare.
49. People just don’t seem to get me. Don’t understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p’s and q’s will make everything all right. They haven’t got a clue.
50. How did I end up in this situation? I’m the district sales manager of a napkin factor. Why is my daughter in space?
51. The total amount of energy from outside the solar system ever received by all the radio telescopes on the planet Earth is less than the energy of a single snowflake striking the ground.
52. For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.
53. Discover the force of the skies O Men: once recognised it can be put to use.
54. The Apollo pictures of the whole Earth conveyed to multitudes something well known to astronomers: On the scale of the worlds – to say nothing of stars or galaxies – humans are inconsequential, a thin film of life on an obscure and solitary lump of rock and metal
55. We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase ‘to live like men.
56. What we call ‘time’ isn’t chronological but spatial; what we call ‘death’ is merely a transition between different kinds of matter.
57. Parsifal is on his way to the temple of the Grail Knights and says: “I hardly move, yet far I seem to have come”, and the all-knowing Gurnemanz replies: “You see, my son, time turns here into space
58. Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula.
59. Earth is a small town with many neighborhoods in a very big universe.
60. She had always loved the stars. But tonight, she felt as if they were watching her, waiting for her to fail.