Quotes About Infinite

I have Immortal longings in me.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies;

What a piece of work is a man! How noble is reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, both are infinite.

There is no measure in the occasion that breeds; therefore the sadness is without limit.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

No other work of man in any language even faintly resembles the intricate structure and design of the Bible. The fact remains – only an infinite mind could have devised this Book of books.

If you were to peer into the heart of a stone at the atomic level, you would not see a dead, inert mass of material but a furiously whirling mini-cosmos. This mini-cosmos would look much like what you see when you look into the night sky, but its bits and pieces would be whirling at speeds near that of light.

My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.

The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for the water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles for expression, is the same thing. The finite within the infinite, the infinite within the finite.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.

Being seized by powerful affects which agitate the mind or soul constitutes a grave danger to our being.41 All these disturbances happen, Spinoza continues, 'only in the love of those things that can perish, as [wealth, honour, sensual pleasure] can do. But love [amor] toward the eternal and infinite thing feeds the mind [animum] with a joy entirely exempt from sadness. This is greatly to be desired [desiderandum], and to be sought with all our strength.'42

Su cualidad era exactamente no tener cantidad, no ser mensurable ni divisible porque todo lo que se puede medir y dividir tiene un principio y un fin.

Stupidity is infinitely more fascinating that intelligence. Intelligence has its limits while stupidity has none.

I guess what I've learned is that there are no boundaries when it comes to imagination. It's limitless.

And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe.

Younger anthropologists have the notion that anthropology is too diverse. The number of things done under the name of anthropology is just infinite; you can do anything and call it anthropology.

Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.

The limits of the soul you could not discover, though traversing every path.

You are to be pitied more than I, perhaps. I soar above all your innumerable miseries, partaking of the nature of the angels; for, as you have said, my place is not in your narrow sphere. You have the earth, I have boundless space. Enchained here below by the thousand bonds of your gross, material senses, your spirits cannot plunge into that limpid Ocean of the infinite, where, lost for a day upon your arid shores, my soul drinks deep.

All collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.