Quotes About Endless

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.

That which is loved may pass, but love hath no end.

Great lovers lie in Hell, the stubborn ones Infatuate of the flesh upon the bones; Stuprate, they rend each other when they kiss, The pieces kiss again, no end to this.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

Because love, love never finishes.

true love never says goodbye

If you want to know how much I love and care for you, count the waves.

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

Memory is freedom of the past. But what has no present will not accept the present of a memory either. Memory says of the event: it once was and now it will never be again. The irremediable character of what has no present, of what is not even there as having once been there, says: it never happened, never for a first time, and yet it starts over, again, again, infinitely. It is without end, without beginning. It is without a future.

I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time.

Tears were one thing–unlike money...that could never run out.

The Aunts put their arms about one another so that their faces were cheek to cheek, and from this doublehead they gazed up at Steerpike with a row of four equidistant eyes. There was no reason why there should not have been forty, or four hundred of them. It so happened that only four had been removed from a dead and endless frieze whose inexhaustible and repetitive theme was forever, eyes, eyes, eyes.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe

Of the insolence of the Scots, my father used to say, there is no end.

Dis-lui que les livres ont la puissance que leur accorde leur lecteur et que celle-ci peut être sans fin.

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. I couldn't go on biding time like there was no end of it, no end to this summer.

Therefore victory in war is not repetitious, but adapts its form endlessly.

There was something about Great-Uncle Merry that was like the hills, or the sea, or the sky; something ancient, but without age or end.

Desire wills its perpetuation ad infinitum.

Enemies are somewhere else, as the fighting is almost always "over there," with Islamic fundamentalism now replacing Russian and Chinese communism as the implacable, furtive menace. And "terrorist" is a more flexible word than "communist." It can unify a larger number of quite different struggles and interests. What this may mean is that the war will be endless---since there will always be some terrorism.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

He was not from a place where people got only one shot or were allowed only one mistake. In his world there were infinite chances.