They say any landing you can walk away from is a good one.
Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.
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.
You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.
Once you’ve been in space, you appreciate how small and fragile the Earth is.
The heart looks into space to be away from earth.
Time travel used to be thought of as just science fiction, but Einstein’s general theory of relativity allows for the possibility that we could warp space-time so much that you could go off in a rocket and return before you set out.
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.
I think we are at the dawn of a new era in commercial space exploration.
The black holes of nature are the most perfect macroscopic objects there are in the universe: the only elements in their construction are our concepts of space and time.
What we observe as material bodies and forces are nothing but shapes and variations in the structure of space.
It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
Land on Mars, a round-trip ticket – half a million dollars. It can be done.
The most important thing about Spaceship Earth – an instruction book didn’t come with it.
Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.
Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.
Man must at all costs overcome the Earth’s gravity and have, in reserve, the space at least of the Solar System.
In order for us to have a future that’s exciting and inspiring, it has to be one where we’re a space-bearing civilization.
Space exploration promised us alien life, lucrative planetary mining, and fabulous lunar colonies. News flash, ladies and gents: Space is nearly empty. It’s a sterile vacuum, filled mostly with the junk we put up there.
If the Earth gets hit by an asteroid, it’s game over. It’s control-alt-delete for civilization.
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.
What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?
I think we’re going to the moon because it’s in the nature of the human being to face challenges. It’s by the nature of his deep inner soul… we’re required to do these things just as salmon swim upstream.
We knew it was going to be difficult to get to the moon. We didn’t know how difficult.
Don’t even try to talk to me when I’m watching the moon. That’s my moon, baby.
