Quotes About Infinite

In comparison with this big world, the human heart is only a small thing. Though the world is so large, it is utterly unable to satisfy this tiny heart. Our ever-growing soul and its capacities can be satisfied only in the infinite God.

God is a sea of infinite substance.

You see, the what ifs are as boundless as the stars.

Not only will it never end, it will never diminish in its capacity to enthrall and fascinate and impart joy. It

Microbes. Bacteria. Worms underground that mingle our parts with everything. It's generous." He locks his fingers in hers. "And infinite." Mr. Bell squares his face to hers. "If you can get over the dreaded finite.

This place, if I could describe this place, no place around me, theres no end to me, I dont know what it is, it isnt flesh, it doesnt end, its like air

God is a witness that cannot be sworn.

There are infinite beginnings.

Time is like the ocean, always there, always different.

Space is to place as eternity is to time.

The soul is not ruled by time and space. The soul is infinite. It blends with the One in infinity.

God is unlimited and infinite with respect to time; He is eternal. God is unlimited and unaffected by space; He is present everywhere at the same time.

There is One Infinite Spirit and every time man says, "I am" he proclaims it.

Time cannot bend the line which God has writ.

Your soul is infinitely creative. It is alive and expansive in nature. It is curious and playful, changing with the tides of time.

The Universe is very, very big.

Time is infinite, but we are not infinite in it.

True ecstasy is stepping out of the bondage of the time-bound, space-bound world. We long to be free of fear and limitation. We hunger to experience our infinite, unbounded Self.

The very nature of limiting something from an infinite to moments in time creates distortion; analog recording methods create all kinds of distortion, they're just not digital distortion.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

Dreams don't deal in time. Time doesn't count.

The ancestors of printed comics drew, painted and carved their time-paths from beginning to end, without interruption, ... the infinite canvas.

Online, there's no time. It's always Christmas.

The short and obscene sentence of Poseidonius about the rubbing together of two small pieces of flesh, which I have seen you copy in your exercise books with the application of a good schoolboy, does no more to define the phenomenon of love than the cord touched by the finger accounts for the infinite miracle of sounds. Such a dictum is less an insult to pleasure than to the flesh itself, that amazing instrument of muscles, blood, and skin, that red-tinged cloud whose lightning is the soul.