Quotes About Infinite

In fiction, you know, there are no borders. You can go anywhere.

There is a concept that is the corrupter and destroyer of all others. I speak not of Evil, whose limited empire is that of ethics; I speak of the infinite.

One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.

I realise that in this undertaking I place myself in a certain opposition to views widely held concerning the mathematical infinite and to opinions frequently defended on the nature of numbers.

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage - and give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still - the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.

To say that it was wondrous would be to say that the universe is quite a big place.

try to think of God as a vast, infinite, unified field of perfect love—and nothing else. (Equivalent terms would be joy or bliss; in Sanskrit, ananda.) Since very few humans have ever experienced such love, it's almost impossible to imagine. But if God is perfect love, and God created us "in His image," then we must also be perfect love.

We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.

The immanent Reality alone is. It is infinite. There arises, from it, this finite [extension of] consciousness, taking on a limited form [mind].

There was stardust in her bones.

It looked was deep, gaping like a mouth.

Be conscious of this unconscious prayer (of your breath), For She is the most holy place of pilgrimage. She wishes for you to enter this temple, Where each breath is adoration Of the infinite for the incarnate form.

Pantheism merges the natural and supernatural, the finite and infinite, into one substance. It often speaks of God as the hidden ground of the phenomenal world, but does not conceive of Him as personal, and therefore as endowed with intelligence and will. It boldly declares that all is God, and thus engages in what Brightman calls "the expansion of God," so that we get "too much of God," seeing that He also includes all the evil of the world.

I used to have nightmare about having petrol poured over me, and being set on fire, and nowadays I have nightmares that I have wooden teeth and that they are continually falling out, as if I had an infinite number of them. It seems that everyone has their own inexplicable fear to have nightmares about. We need nightmares to keep ourselves entertained, and fend off the contentment that we all fear and abhor so much.

Capitalism lures us onward like the mechanical hare before the greyhounds, insisting that the economy is infinite and sharing therefore irrelevant. Just enough greyhounds catch a real hare now and then to keep the others running till they drop. In the past it was only the poor who lost this game; now it is the planet.

Somos sólo palabras, palabras que retumban en el éter. Palabras musitadas, gritadas, escupidas, palabras repetidas millones de veces o palabras apenas formuladas por bocas titubeantes. Yo no creo en el Más Allá, pero creo en las palabras. Todas las palabras que las personas hemos dicho desde el principio de los tiempos se han quedado dando vueltas por ahí, suspendidas en el magma del Universo. Esa es la eternidad: un estruendo inaudible de palabras.

You'd be amazed at the infinite possibilities of the impossible.

el principio de la infinita pérdida, el comienzo de ese imparable decaer que era el vivir.

In the light of this clarification of the finite/infinite distinction, we can see that 'revelatory' action, including whatever events allow us a closer conscious share in infinite agency (in the love of the Trinity, to use the conventional theological phrasing), will be, not an interruption of the finite sequence, but a particular configuration of finite agency such that it communicates more than its own immanent content.

Time slowed down, and each moment unfolded into a future filled with infinite possibilities.

In relationship to God one can not involve himself to a certain degree. God is precisely the contradiction to all that is 'to a certain degree'.

Anyone not wanting to sink in the wretchedness of the finite is obliged in the most profound sense to struggle with the infinite.

Although in this life one may find solace in the crowd from God's radical demands, "In eternity you will look in vain for the crowd. You will listen in vain to find where the noise and the gathering is, so that you can run to it." In actual fact, "For the Infinite One, there is no place, the individual is himself the place.

It is an infinite merit to be able to despair.