Quotes About Endless

I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.

Slightly surreal, so private, so obscure That critics classify his work as 'pure' Because, in digging through the endless chatter They can't discern what is the subject matter...

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Man is immortal therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea it can only find itself in changing forms.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Man's poverty is abysmal, his wants are endless till he becomes truly conscious of his soul. Till then, the world to him is in a state of flux - a phantasm that is and is not.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

But it is love, my beloved. Its pleasure and pain are boundless, and endless its wants and wealth. It is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly know it.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

Maybe it wasn't about the number; maybe it was about the symbol. Infinity. Maybe because there were infinite questions to ask, maybe because wonder was limitless. There were so many variables so many unknowns.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

The world was like a huge red carpet out ahead of me to be walked on. And it stretched on and on, no end.

Love to me has no bounds.

For any sin, we all suffer. That is why our suffering is endless.

I have an endless stream of suggestions coming in from readers who are in cubicles. That keeps me going.

The sum of all sums is eternity.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazinghigh above your head. But IN you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.

Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on midnoon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

Herein is especially apprehended the unity of Nature,—the unity in variety,—which meets us everywhere. All the endless variety of things make an identical impression. Xenophanes complained in his old age, that, look where he would, all things hastened back to Unity.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations. Nature

O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer fuller be. O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from Thee; I lay in dust life's glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be.10

It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.