#space

Mental communication without verbalization... all space is made up of waves and we are constantly sending and receiving messages from our brain. ↗

— Tina Louise

#communication #constantly #made #mental #messages

NASA space scientists have been studying giraffe skin so they can apply what they learn from it to the construction of spacesuits. ↗

— Joanna Lumley

#been #construction #giraffe #learn #nasa

Now, we occupy a lowly position, both in space and rank in comparison with the heavenly sphere, and the Almighty is Most High not in space, but with respect to absolute existence, greatness and power. ↗

— Maimonides

#almighty #both #comparison #existence #greatness

In the space of a decade, China and India have emerged as dramatic, dynamic competitors. ↗

— Peter Mandelson

#competitors #decade #dramatic #dynamic #emerged

Every day sees humanity more victorious in the struggle with space and time. ↗

— Guglielmo Marconi

#every #every day #humanity #more #sees

The cosmetic is cosmic. ↗

— Rem Koolhaas

#junkspace #architecture

Each work has its own space, which should neither be conceived as a sort of cage nor regarded as extending to infinity. ↗

— Marino Marini

#conceived #each #extending #infinity #neither

Today, we are on a path of decay. We are seeing the book close on five decades of accomplishment as the leader in human space exploration. ↗

— Gene Cernan

#book #close #decades #decay #exploration

I cherish the creation of public space and services, especially health, housing and the comprehensive education system which dared to give so many of us ideas 'above our station.' ↗

— Frances O'Grady

#cherish #comprehensive #creation #dared #education

She was crouched in the corner of the room, eating something off the floor. It was the old woman dressed in endless black. When she looked up this time there was no question she was there for me. She had the face of my mother but much older, her ancient decayed mouth coming closer for her good-night kiss. I steeled myself against her putrid smell, the mouthful of bitter dust, but as her lips touched mine it was like biting into a purple black plum whose fruit was brilliant red, like an explosion of intense joy. Its childhood smell wrinkled my nose with pleasure, its sweet juices ran down my chin, turning into a beautiful black ocean where I floated safely, not lost as I had imagined, but securely tucked away deep in space. ↗

— Mary Woronov

#joy #ocean #plum #space #beauty