Quotes About Finite

Time became distance for me in the way it is for all mortals

Anyone who thinks you can have infinite growth on a finite planet is either a madman or an economist. —Kenneth Boulding

Afterlife, in my mind, is pretty much nothing. This is it. This is what we get, for me.

The right question is: where is the meaning in life? Meaning is a man-made concept. It's something we infer from those experiences that are self-evidently good, and stem from a feeling of joy and wonder. Meaning is not something that occurs in the future. It exists in the here and now, within the fact that our lives are finite. F

All but divine is finite.

Your time is the most precious thing in this world.

Life is too valuable to be wasted and it lasts too short

Once more we turn in pain, bewildered, Among our finite walls: The walls we built ourselves with patient hands; For the god who sealed a question in our flesh.

We hold it to be true that circular reasoning is the only reasoning that is possible to finite man...We must go round and round a thing to see more of its dimensions and to know more about it, in general, unless we are larger than that which we are investigating. Unless we are larger than God we cannot reason about Him by any other way, than by a transcendental or circular argument.

There were two worlds, two lives, for each person: this one--brief, narrow, finite; and the hereafter-- eternal, limitless, infinite. Fame, to mean anything, should go with one into the next world, where one could enjoy it perpetually.

We are finite beings; how can we understand the infinite?

hunting companies had a misplaced belief in the "inexhaustible supply" of nature. They needed to learn that natural populations were finite.

The view which regards man as a well, a reservoir full of possibilities, I call the romantic; the one which regards him as a very finite and fixed creature, I call the classical.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

Nothing is ours except time.

God is infinite and we are finite; therefore, we can never know everything about God. But just because we cannot know everything about God does not mean that we cannot know anything about him, and to know him in an accurate and definite manner.

There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer.

Death is as casual and often as unexpected as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade.

The vulgar think the God by analogy to man and so worship Him in the form of the Gods. The learned think the God by analogy to principles and so worship Him in the form of Love or Truth. But the wises think the God not at all. They know that thought, which is finite, can only do violence to the God, who is infinite. It is enough, they say, that the God thinks them.

I don't spend a lot of time contending with the fact that time is not endless.

Have you ever had the feeling that life isn"t something finite that appears with your birth and disappears with your death, that it existed before you and will exist after you disappear? this is the feeling that you"re connected with that infinite, eternal something transcending space and time. It"s the feeling of not lacking anything, of just being filled with infinite gratitude and peace.

We may think we have forever. . .no one does.

Trying to understand the mystery of God is like digging a hole in the beach and attempting to transfer the sea into it, bucket by bucket. It's never going to happen. That's why trust is integral to faith. And really--would a God that the finite mind was capable of fully understanding be worthy of worship? That would put Him at our level, and He's so much bigger than that.

Rather than searching for ways around death and disappointment, the queer art of failure involves the acceptance of the finite, the embrace, of the absurd, the silly, and the hopelessly goofy. Rather than resisting endings and limits, let us instead revel in and cleave to all of our own inevitable fantastic failures" (The Queer Art of Failure, "Ending, Fleeing, Surviving").