Quotes About Infinite

Poetry is the tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

Christianity to me is like a hopeless love affair. It is infinitely dear and infinitely unattainable.

Superhero science has taught me this: Entire universes fit comfortably inside our skulls. Not just one or two but endless universes can be packed into that dark, wet, and bony hollow without breaking it open from the inside. The space in our heads will stretch to accommodate them all. The real doorway to the fifth dimension was always right here. Inside. That infinite interior space contains all the divine, the alien, and the unworldly we'll ever need.

That's it. That's all there is. The cosmos has no shape at all – no such thing as time or distance, no physical laws, no cause and effect.

We are everywhere already and always.

When we look at our lives from the viewpoint that everything is everywhere all the time, the implications are so vast that for many they're hard to grasp.

I make no apologies for you. After all, each one of us is little more than the meager residue of the infinite unrealized possibilities of our lives.

Mãe, que é que é o mar, Mãe?" - Mar era longe, muito longe dali, espécie duma lagôa enorme, um mundo d'água sem fim, Mãe mesma nunca tinha avistado o mar, suspirava. - "Pois, Mãe, então mar é o que a gente tem saudade?

If this was the world as the god-or gods-had made it, then mortal man, this mortal man, could acknowledge that and honour the power and infinite majesty that lay within it, but he would not say it was right, or bow down as if he were only dust or a brittle leaf blown from and autumn tree, helpless in the wind.

Las leyes son tan malas, tienen tantos agujeros, que el espacio de arbitraje de la Suprema Corte se multiplica al infinito.

Women's imaginary is inexhaustible, like music, painting, writing: their stream of phantasms is incredible.

The great quantum theorist Richard P. Feynman expressed this feeling. "It always bothers me that, according to the laws as we understand them today, it takes a computing machine an infinite number of logical operations to figure out what goes on in no matter how tiny a region of space, and no matter how tiny a region of time. How can all that be going on in that tiny space? Why should it take an infinite amount of logic to figure out what one tiny piece of space/time is going to do?

Every new molecule would be surrounded by its own spirals and flame like projections, and those, inevitably, would reveal molecules tinier still, always similar, never identical, fulfilling some mandate of infinite variety, a miracle of miniaturisation in which every new detail was sure to be a universe of its own, diverse and entire.

Those studying chaotic dynamics discovered that the disorderly behavior of simple systems acted as a creative process. It generated complexity: richly organized patterns, sometimes stable and sometimes unstable, sometimes finite and sometimes infinite, but always with the fascination of living things. That was why scientists played with toys.

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full of life. Its You.

Oh, my If I could fly, I'd be up in the sky, I'd never die. So say good-bye for I learned how to fly

The world of imagination is boundless.

I contradict myself? So, I contradict myself! I am infinite. I contain multitudes.

An advertising man understands even more viscerally than an academic that the world is made of discourse, Pescecane argued; he understands in his bones that true power resides in the infinite manipulability of signs.

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God could do that.

Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted.

They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind.

I read a poem once that had a line in it about a white radiance that stains eternity.