Lauren Jauregui Quotes

When I talk of the purpose of life, I am thinking not only of human life, but of all life on Earth and of the life which must exist upon other planets throughout the universe.

No matter what you think-life goes on and the world still turns and the universe has its own story. The most we can do is plan anyway, but understand, be humbled by things greater than ourselves.

If you ever start taking things too seriously, just remember that we are talking monkeys on an organic spaceship flying through the universe.

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.

The life of man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.

I think the dual existence thing is a regular pastime for all human beings, and for that matter anything in this universe.

To the dumb question, 'Why me?' the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply, 'Why not?'

We explore astronomical life through medicate experience, and we live life through love and ardvarks.

Another feature that everybody notices about the universe is that it's complex.

'Who are we?' And to me that's the essential question that's always been in science fiction. A lot of science fiction stories are - at their very best - evocations of that question. When we look up at the night sky and wonder, 'Is there anyone else out there?' we're also asking who we are we in relation to them.

There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.

The earth is the very quintessence of the human condition.

Modern science cannot explain why the laws of physics are exactly balanced for animal life to exist.

Man - life in general - seems irrelevant to the workings of the universe: a mere smudge of water, grease, and carbon on a pinpoint planet circling a star of no special consequence.

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.

I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else and I'm part of it. I didn't ask to be put here, I've been lucky in finding myself here.

Man is unable to see himself entirely unrelated to mankind, neither is he able to see mankind unrelated to life, nor life unrelated to the universe.

The greatest mystery of existence is existence itself.

All of my tales are based on the fundamental premise that common human laws and emotions have no validity or significance in the cosmos-at-large.

Spaceflight gives us a chance to reflect on the context of our existence. We are reminded that we are human before any of our differences, before all of the lines are drawn that divide us.

In this world, and all the things we have going on, we're all human beings.

You're just part of the soup of the universe, so just try to enjoy what's good about it.

The world, we are told, was made especially for man - a presumption not supported by all the facts... Why should man value himself as more than a small part of the one great unit of creation?

If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.

Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.