Infinity Quotes
I knew what infinity was. Being a previous art student, I knew about some art concepts.
The infinity of this vacancy, the pervasive pain, the longing for some spirit, some lightness, some joy - that's all that is left.
What are we, the inhabitants of this globe, least among the many that people infinite space? Our minds embrace infinity; the visible mechanism of our being is subject to merest accident.
At the point so near to zero, just almost before the death, life's value jumps to infinity!
Spring is the ultimate genius of the existence and the utter ladder of the lovers ascending to the infinity.
Theology created the fiction of Satan which represents the revolt if an infinite being against the existence of an absolute infinity, against God.
Between religion's this is and poetry's but suppose this is, there must always be some kind of tension, until the possible and the actual meet at infinity.
In these trying economic times, I believe the White House should have a minimalist touch: open floor plan, glass and steel, throw pillows, and an infinity pool.
The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change colors on the earth.
Evil is license, and that is why it is monotonous: everything has to be drawn from ourselves. One is condemned to false infinity. That is hell itself.
When I first ventured into the Gulf of Mexico in the 1950s, the sea appeared to be a blue infinity too large, too wild to be harmed by anything that people could do.
The Church has lost a great religious poet in me; but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.
I see the beauty of God's archetypal infinity reflected in the towers of infinities in set theory
Think of the Earth as a turning point in eternity. Think of the Earth as a meeting point in infinity.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite.
Remember your connection with the cosmos. Remember your connection with the infinity and that remembrance will give you the freedom.
Death is a part of Life, they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness
The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book.", 3 October 1892)
People believe that Noah's Ark is a legend when we are already apart of this legend, look around what do you see?
Sometimes we need a wise guide to peel back the ceiling of our lives to remind us that infinity never places any limits on our skies.
An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.
O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)
The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity...
She says she loves me infinity power infinity power infinity into infinity! And I look at the sky, smile, and 'sigh!
Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.
And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.
I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.
She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.
It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.
She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.
With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.
He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.
