Quotes About Infinite

Life is greater than you have ever known it.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

We are the world. We are the people and we deserve better not because we're worth it but because no worth can be put on the incalculable, on the infinite, on life.

I say love, it knows no season. It haunts the soul eternally.

I am going into the darkness of the darkness for ever.

The Bible is a story of an infinite, yet personal Being who loves us with an inexhaustible love that is expressed in His amazing grace which reaches out to us time and time again.

You are words," the fireflies said. "Your soul is the poem. The struggle to make mortal words say the infinite unsayable is the struggle that defines sentience.

And so- what can we get get done in those few hours and days and weeks and years? We are limited by time and by areas of talent and ability. So our creativity is not on God's level at all. His creativity is unlimited and infinite. Nevertheless we have been created in His image, so we can be, and are made to be, creative.

It is the nature of all greatness not to be exact.

Language makes a mighty loose net with which to go fishing for simple facts, when facts are infinite.

In recording my impressions of the natural scene I have striven above all for accuracy, since I believe that there is a kind of poetry, even a kind of truth, in simple fact. But the desert is a vast world, an oceanic world, as deep in its way and complex and various as the sea. Language makes a mighty loose net with which to go fishing for simple facts, when facts are infinite.

Infinity is a floorless room without walls or ceiling.

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

The Ancient of days.

Unto the utmost bound of the everlasting hills.

Who can number the sand of the sea, and the drops of rain, and the days of eternity?

Though all the trees in the earth were pens, and the sea—and seven seas after it to replenish it, yet would the Words of God not be spent.

The desert attracts the nomad, the ocean the sailor, the infinite the poet.

I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.

Stupid is a boundless concept.

You are one thing only. You are a Divine Being. An all-powerful Creator. You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.

In the infinite permutation of an ice crystal, everything repeats itself, but, really, from another point of view, nothing repeats itself.

Here is this! Here is this! Ecco Roma! Bursting out of the sun, streaking through space, skirting Venus, just over eight minutes old, but eternal, too, infinite—here comes the light, nameless and intangible, streaming 93 million unobstructed miles through the implacable black vacuum to break itself against a wall, a cornice, a column. It drenches, it crenellates, it textures.