Sci Fi Inspirational Quotes

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.

I ask of you your lives,” Elend said, voice echoing, “and your courage. I ask of you your faith, and your honor—your strength, and your compassion. For today, I lead you to die. I will not ask you to welcome this event. I will not insult you by calling it well, or just, or even glorious. But I will say this. “Each moment you fight is a gift to those in this cavern. Each second we fight is a second longer that thousands of people can draw breath. Each stroke of the sword, each koloss felled, each breath earned is a victory! It is a person protected for a moment longer, a life extended, an enemy frustrated!” There was a brief pause. “In the end, they will kill us,” Elend said, voice loud, ringing in the cavern. “But first, they shall fear us!

He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.

Knowledge is like an endless resource; a well of water that satisfies the innate thirst of the growing human soul. Therefore never stop learning... because the day you do, you will also stop maturing.

At one time, we all were Gods.

I've never believed in the end of times. We are mankind. Our footprints are on the moon. When the last trumpet sounds and the beast rises from the pit---we will kill it.

I didn't wait for Luck. I tore after it with a truck.

Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine.

Welcome to the Information Jungle.

He must have lit up the sky that day on the mountain, what we call the transfiguration. Jesus on the mountaintop unveiled a foretaste of heaven and glory. Light filled him so that the witnesses remarked on a hue of white that was whiter than any shade possible. It was a sci-fi transportation to another dimension and while Peter and John were still reeling, Moses and Elijah showed up. It broke the barrier between heaven and earth for Jesus was the one who could belong to both at the same time. A citizen of heaven, a citizen of earth.

They took everything from me, and I’ll become a beast if that’s what it takes' Chloe from Worldcatcher

I guess that’s what being Spider-Man means. Helping everyone, even when it doesn’t seem like a huge deal.

Never forget that time is the most valuable thing we can spend, so don't throw it away!

I have to believe that human decency will prevail. That the world is better than this. That faced with the evidence of injustice, deep down they will all want to make it right.

Whatever genre you deem suitable for your taste – romance, comedy, action, mystery, sci-fi or anything else, make sure it has the plain everyday human kindness.

Why would I what?” Will asked, wanting another bite of his burger. “Why would you risk your job teaching some stupid fantasy book?” “Because alternative universe literature promotes critical thinking, imagination, empathy, and creative problem solving. Children who are fluent in fiction are more able to interpret nonfiction and are better at understanding things like basic cause and effect, sociology, politics, and the impact of historical events on current events. Many of our technological advances were imagined by science fiction writers before the tech became available to create them, and many of today’s inventors were inspired by science fiction and fantasy to make a world more like the world in the story. Many of today’s political conundrums were anticipated by science fiction writers like Orwell, Huxley, and Heinlein, and sci-fi and fantasy tackle ethical problems in a way that allows people to analyze the problem with some emotional remove, which is important because the high emotions are often what lead to violence. Works like Harry Potter tackle the idea of abuse of power and—” Will stopped himself and swallowed. Everybody at the table, including Kenny, was staring at him in openmouthed surprise. “Anyway,” he said before taking a monster bite of his cooling hamburger on a sudden attack of nerves, “iss goomfer umf.” “It’s good for us,” Kenny translated, sounding a little stunned

goddess who is barely mentioned in any ancient source, who makes no dent on the Renaissance, who has inspired virtually no classical composers, no modern artists, nor even any philhellenic sci-fi writers to create work inspired by her?

Perhaps everything you say is true and these are the death throes of the human race, but even if that was true, I would not lose faith. There must be hope, and I must fight for my Emperor against Chaos and it's servants. That is insanity. Wrong, it's being human.

One year ago, just after Carrie Fisher's passing, I dedicated my Sci-fi Thriller The First Ones There to her. When you open the book, this is what it says... “Thank you for inspiring generations of women, young and old, that princesses can hold their own. Rest in Peace.

I used to think the truth would be easy to recognize. Undebatable, like your shoe size or the location of the duodenum, but I don't think that anymore. Now I think the truth is more like one of those shape-shifting villains in a sci-fi movie. It somehow manages to be a whole bunch of different things -- opposite things -- at exactly the same time.

The tunnel was large and sci-fi white and it led down into the palace under the street level. Rockman was a little wary but ready for any action, however, the other gladiators seemed at ease, so Rockman allowed himself to ease by five-percent. He was still eighty-five percent danger and ten-percent resolve. He had formerly been eighty-five percent danger and fifteen-percent resolve, but he took away a bit of resolve. He was still very much the same level of dangerous.

Σημειώσεις Εχοντας θέσει ως αίτημα ότι ο χώρος ήταν γεμάτος απο μια, απείρης πυκόντητας, θάλασσα αρν. σωματιδίων, ο Dirac προχώρησε, ρωτώντας αν εμείς μπορούσαμε να αλληλεπιδράσουμε με αυτήν την αρνητκη ενεργειακή θάλασσα. Τι θα συνέβαινε, ας πούμε, αν φορτίζαμε ένα ηλεκτρόνιο με πρόσθετη ενέργεια, ώσπου να βγεί από τη θάλασσα της αρν. ενέργειας? Δυο πράγματα θα συνέβαιναν: Πρώτον,θα δημιουργούσαμε έναηλεκτρόνιο φαινομενικά απ'το τίποτα. Δεύτερον, θα αφήναμε πίσω μας,μια 'τρύπα' στη θάλασσα. Η τρύπα θα ενεργούσε σα να ήταν σωματίδιο η ίδια, ένα σωματίδιο εντελλώς όμοιο με ηλεκτρόνιο, εκτός απο ένα πράμα> θα είχε αντίθετο φορτιο.Αλλά αν μια τρύπα συναντούσε, ένα e- το ηλεκτρόνιο θα έπεφτε πίσω στη θάλλασα του Ντίρακ, εκμηδενίζοντας τρύπα και e- σε μια φωτοβόλα έκρηξη ενέργειας... Η αντιύλη, οι οπές στη θάλασσα, ήταν το σημαντικότερο χαρακτηριστικό στη θεωρία του. Τα υπόλοιπα ήταν μονάχα ένα μαθηματικό κατασκεύασμα. Εβδομήντα χρόνια αργότερα θυμήθηκα την ιστορία που έλεγε ο καθηγητής μου στα υπερπερασμένα μαθηματικά, και την παρέβαλα με τη θεωρία του Dirac. Όπως όταν βάζεις ένα πρόσθετο πελάτη στο ξενοδοχείο με τα άπειρα κατειλημμένα δωμάτια, έτσι υπολόγισα τελικά, πως θα μπορούσα να αντλήσω ενέργεια από τη θάλασσα του Dirac. Ή για να το πω αλλοιώς έμαθα να κάνω κύματα. Και τα κύματα της θάλασσας του Ντίρακ, ταξίδευαν αντίθετα στο χρόνο

This one sank deep into her marrow and made her heart soar like the shuttles piercing the stratosphere.

Martianus Capella strove to collect what he considered the highest accomplishments of his culture, the Seven Liberal Arts, and his collection—in weird poesical format—seemed a candle to many, during the Dark Ages. That story inspired Isaac Asimov, by the way, to write his famed Foundation sci-fi series.

Be careful what you can not understand. The blackest shadows smile in the morning", Lyamnay, from "Lyamnay's Shadows

Each solution has its origin in the imagination of someone" - Rydgley Naive, "Lyamnay's Shadows

Do not let your conscience prevent you from thinking clearly; let reason learn to stifle your conscience when it is necessary.

A new creation, an innovation that will be the sensation of the nation for the duration, an inspiration that will require no demonstration for universal acclimation, according to my intimation, but will receive an ovation to stagger the imagination.

Given the right inspiration, mind always beats muscle - brain always beats brawn – always!

No matter what kind of nonsense is going on around you, the first moment of stepping out of a vehicle into space is always awe-inspiring, the more so here in the Core than elsewhere.

A female protagonist made the stories more inspiring than voyeuristic. It was so much fun to write about who you could be. From then on Penny’s stories centered around women and girls. There wasn’t even a special trick. You wrote it exactly as you would for a guy, but you made pain thresholds higher since girls have to put up with more in the world and give them more empathy, which makes everything riskier. Plus, with sci-fi, you set up the rules at the beginning and you could blast it all to kingdom come as long as you did it in a satisfying manner. The fact that Penny could take a class from a published author made the whole communal-living college situation worthwhile.

Dedicated to the Earth and Hope   Reality is where we are, Reality is who we are, Reality is what we are, Reality is always so near and never too far, It nestles as much in peace as much in war, And that is why it is important to know who we are, The inhabitants of the Earth where we are, Blessed with the warmth and life granting glow of a munificent star, That happens to be our reality in which we are, Whether we learn to bend it, Or stretch it, The realism of reality is where we always are; in an inescapable part of it. So let us not bend the reality, Because then roses will lose their beauty, And we as humans shall be deprived of our character and integrity, Let Saabir always find his rose and offer it to his beloved Hope, Even if time with reality does elope, Yet it always lies in a dimension of reality and hope, Let us all strive together to give Earth its second chance, For future generations a playground to feel loved and to romance, And then let reality get engrossed in its joyful dance, Where being trapped forever is an endless feeling of merriment, Because who knows what lies in that distant firmament, Our reality is Earth and it is a reality so permanent, Let us be the guardians of her soul, Let us protect it as a whole, And by doing so don’t you think we actually resurrect the reality of our own soul?

Love and feelings But then, Mahreen does something very unexpected. She holds Hope’s hand and slowly brings her closer to the rose. As both sit on the floor looking at the red rose, she asks Saabir to hold her finger and make her feel the velvety surface of the rose petals and kiss her. Then Mahreen leaves them alone in the moment, in the presence of the most fragrant, very still and the most beautiful red rose.   Saabir kisses her. Hope takes a deep breath, and now she can smell Saabir with traces of rose scent. This uplifts her mood and enlivens her senses. She holds Saabir’s neck with her right hand and begins to smell it. As she kisses him again, and again, and again; she cries and finally tears emerge from her eyes; and she falls unconscious in Saabir’s arms- Tonight Hope experienced the virgin feelings of a quintessential human being capable of experiencing and expressing emotions. Tonight Hope may have fallen unconscious, but she shall wake up as a conscious, sensitive, and an emotionally enriched woman. A true Hope!

The Future depends on what WE do in the present.

Just because we give something a label, doesn’t mean we understand it. However, because of the label, it loses its ability to inspire.

Of course, it will be hard. It'll probably be the hardest thing you've ever done." She pauses. "But it will work. I know it will.

No one is ever 'ready' to go on the adventure of a lifetime," Acatar replies sagely. "The only things you need to prepare for are the emotions you're bound to face. During this journey, you'll be scared out of your robe, tired as a worn-out horse, and angry as a charging rhinoceros. But if you can prepare for those, you can face any problem head-on." There's a slight pause, and then she adds, "Whoa. Did I just say that?

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The fantasy of today is the reality of tomorrow

One year ago, just after Carrie Fisher's passing, I dedicated my Sci-fi Thriller The First Ones There to her. When you open the book, this is what it says... “Thank you for inspiring generations of women, young and old, that princesses can hold their own. Rest in Peace.

Dare to imagine, create and share it with the world!

Eagles can fly higher than other birds, but a small sparrow can evade much better and has a better chance to survive, if falls off the height. (Sentence from my ebook, Tora-Bora mountains)

The one thing the Universe has in excess and is apparent in every molecule of air ever breathed and every atom of every object is potential.

by refusing to repeat it, much to the despair of their record companies. Both wrote gorgeous sci-fi ballads blatantly inspired by 2001—“Space Oddity” and “After the Gold Rush.” Both did classic songs about imperialism that name-checked Marlon Brando—“China Girl” and “Pocahontas.” Both were prodigiously prolific even when they were trying to eat Peru through their nostrils. They were mutual fans, though they floundered when they tried to copy each other (Trans and Tin Machine). Both sang their fears of losing their youth when they were still basically kids; both aged mysteriously well. Neither ever did anything remotely sane. But there’s a key difference: Bowie liked working with smart people, whereas Young always liked working with . . . well, let’s go ahead and call them “not quite as smart as Neil Young” people. Young made his most famous music with two backing groups—the awesomely inept Crazy Horse and the expensively addled CSN—whose collective IQ barely leaves room temperature. He knows they’re not going to challenge him with ideas of their own, so he knows how to use them—brilliantly in the first case, lucratively in the second. But Bowie never made any of his memorable music that way—he always preferred collaborating with (and stealing from) artists who knew tricks he didn’t know, well educated in musical worlds where he was just a visitor. Just look at the guitarists he worked with: Carlos Alomar from James Brown’s band vs. Robert Fripp from King Crimson. Stevie Ray Vaughan from Texas vs. Mick Ronson from Hull. Adrian Belew from Kentucky vs. Earl Slick from Brooklyn. Nile Rodgers. Peter Frampton. Ricky Gardiner, who played all that fantastic fuzz guitar on Low (and who made the mistake of demanding a raise, which is why he dropped out of the story so fast). Together, Young and Bowie laid claim to a jilted generation left high and dry by the dashed hippie dreams. “The

The home of the future is not as sci-fi as we imagine. Instead of whizbang gadgetry and the bells and whistles reminiscent of The Jetsons, the home of the future is all about sustainability, energy-efficient design, an expression of the individual, and a hotbed of creativity and inspiration.

It’s said the white warrior will be able to manipulate fire.

...that the true protagonist of an sci-fi story or novel is an idea and not a person. If it is good sf the idea is new, it is stimulating, and, probably most important of all, it sets off a chain-reaction of ramification-ideas in the mind of the reader; it so-to-speak unlocks the reader's mind so that that mind, like the author's, begins to create. Thus sf is creative and it inspires creativity, which mainstream fiction by-and-large does not do. We who read sf (I am speaking as a reader now, not a writer) read it because we love to experience this chain-reaction of ideas being set off in our minds by something we read, something with a new idea in it; hence the very best science fiction ultimately winds up being a collaboration between author and reader, in which both create -- and enjoy doing it: joy is the essential and final ingredient of science fiction, the joy of discovery of newness.

I’ve always thought of school as a rehearsal. Not the main event.