Quotes About Endless

Infinite is a meaningless word: except – it states / The mind is capable of performing / an endless process of addition.

What I want to do has no end, since I am on the endless frontier of a branch of knowledge.

commencement sans fin. Tant qu'il y aura des livres, personne, jamais, n'aura le dernier mot. Belle-Ile, le 23 juillet 1989.

This is what made a book great, she thought, that you could read it over and over and never get tired of it.

Truth hath no confines.

Music is endless and even though I've heard a whole bunch of music from so many different places and fallen in love countless times with all kinds of different music.There's still something about it,I guess it's called Freedom.

Le nostre paure non vanno mai perdute, anche se i loro nascondigli sono misteriosi. Forse, di tutte le cose del mondo, nulla si evolve e si trasforma meno della paura. Quando penso ai miei primi anni, per prima cosa ritrovo le paure di cui essi abbondarono in maniera inesauribile. Molte le ritrovo soltanto ora, mentre in altre, che non troverò mai, risiede presumibilmente il segreto che mi fa desiderare una vita interminabile.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach

What she knows now is that no one is ever through with love. No one ever should be.

no one is ever through with love. No one ever should be.

Even in the Eternal City, says the silent Augusteum, one must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.

Pure, clean, void, tranquil, breathless, selfless, endless, undecaying, steadfast, eternal, unborn, independent, he abides in his own greatness

and the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.

I believed my motivations were clear: to help the patient see the pattern that had been imposed upon her, this endless repetition of being selected yet judged to be not exactly what was wanted, a purchase the buyer wished to return.

And though the pack in every direction appeared to stretch in endless desolation

In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it seemed always afternoon.

There's always, there'll always be, more story. That's what story is...It's the never-ending leaf-fall.

leading to infinite nowhere.

the makeshift character that springs from speaking and looking on and letting everything pass and then the loneliness of being left here endless lost to my lethargy like a dripping tap

Desire is endless and unappeasable, is most intense where most forbidden, and is never far from despair.

undying love.....

It's just that if you're not disruptive everything seems to be repeated endlessly - not so much the good things but the bland things - the ordinary things - the weaker things get repeated- the stronger things get suppressed and held down and hidden.

I think of something quite different from a snapshot. I know of a lot of poems, some very fine ones, that are like snapshots, but I'm more interested in poetry that is like an endless film, long stories, things that weave together many different strands, like a big piece of cloth, not like a photograph.

There's always plays that Coach Reid just draws up every single week. I always say that they always work. He just gets on the board in his room and just starts drawing plays. The possibilities are endless.