Quotes About Endless

history was sure to run along its predetermined course, an endless cycle of fear, hunger and conflict, dominance and weakness?

of eternity.

it is not dancing toy animals that are an endless source of delight for infants, but rather having control.

And there he would either be mercifully annihilated or live forever, insane and yet conscious inside It's homicidal endless formless hungry being.

Faciendi lures libros nullus est finis. From the Bible, describing a library. Of the making of books there is no end. How true.

Any language is a supreme achievement of a uniquely human collective genius, as divine and endless a mystery as a living organism." A

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

In my heart I like to remain an amateur, in the sense of being in love with what I'm doing, forever astonished again at the endless possibilities of seeing and using the camera as a recording tool.

My love for you has no depth, its boundaries are ever-expanding. My love and my life with you will be a never-ending story. My love with you is never-ending

Did you know, I'm still in love with this blue sky until forever and ever, eternally.

Love is an endless act of forgiveness.

Love isn't a thing, after all, but an endless series of single acts.

Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.

You can't measure love, it has no start it has no end

Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

How could I think the brief years were enough To prove the reality of endless love?

Love is an incredibly strong thing, it goes everywhere, it's like water, you can't stop it. Love, once you have it, once you create a kind of pathway for it to come out, it just keeps on coming out.

Dream that the more you struggle, the more you prove the love that you bear your God, and the more you will rejoice one day with your Beloved, in a happiness and rapture that can never end.

There is no such thing as having attained enough. Life is an endless possibility.

There are no limits on how much the heart can love, the mind can imagine, or the human being can achieve.

Love is beginningless and endless ecstasy. It is an unfathomable mystery. It is the study of our lives.

I love you right up to the moon - and back.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Chill'd with tears, kill'd with fears, endless torments dwell about thee: yet who would live, and live without thee!

We all of us complain of the shortness of time, saith Seneca, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives, says he, are spent either in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do: we are always complaining our days are few, and acting as though there would no end of them."- On the Right Use of Time