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Quotes by Carlo Rovelli

Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and beauty of the world. And it’s breathtaking.

What does what we know or dont know have to do with the laws that govern the world?

Once again, the world seems to be less about objects than about interactive relationships.

Time is information we dont have. Time is our ignorance.

The atoms of our body, as well, flow in and away from us. We, like waves and like all objects, are a flux of events; we are processes, for a brief time monotonous

When Einstein died, his greatest rival, Bohr, found for him words of moving admiration. When a few years later Bohr in turn died, someone took a photograph of the blackboard in his study. There’s a drawing on it. A drawing of the ‘light-filled box’ in Einstein’s thought experiment. To the very last, the desire to challenge oneself and understand more. And to the very last: doubt

Life on Earth gives only a small taste of what can happen in the universe.

To the very last, the desire to challenge oneself and understand more. And to the very last: doubt.

What are we, in this boundless and glowing world?

It is hardly surprising that there are more things in heaven and earth, dear reader, than have been dreamed of in our philosophy - or in our physics.

A university student attending lectures on general relativity i the morning and others on quantum mechanics in the afternoon might be forgiven for thinking that his professors are fools, or have neglected to communicate with each other for at least a century.

“Time is information we dont have. Time is our ignorance.”

“The idea that a well-defined now exists throughout the universe is an illusion, an illegitimate extrapolation of our own experience.”

“Books contain our history; our brains swarm with memories.”

“We are for ourselves in large measure what we see and have seen of ourselves reflected back to us by our friends, our loves, and our enemies.”

“We are stories, contained within the twenty complicated centimeters behind our eyes, lines drawn by traces left by the (re)mingling together of things in the world, and oriented toward the direction of increasing entropy, in a rather particular corner of this inmense, chaotic universe.”

“We can go back to serenely immersing ourselves in time -in our finite time- to savoring the clear intensity of every fleeting and cherished moment of the brief circle of our existence.”

“Our fear of death seems to me to be an error of evolution.”

“Children grow up and discover that the world is not as it seemed from within the four walls of their homes. Humankind as a whole does the same.”

“Experiments had shown that an atom is like a small solar system: the mass is concentrated in a heavy central nucleus, around which light electrons revolve, more or less like planets around the Sun.”