Quotes About Endless

The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?

Papa loves you with a dying and infernal love," the youngest girl said. "Undying," the eldest girl corrected. "And eternal.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

Creation is an act of love and it is perpetual.

Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).

To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her, or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

The greatest possible irony would be if in our endless quest to fill our lives with comfort and happiness we created a world that had neither.

That's not because it would take too long to get there—though of course it would—but because even if you travelled outward and outward in a straight line, indefinitely and pugnaciously, you would never arrive at an outer boundary. Instead, you would come back to where you began (at which point, presumably, you would rather lose heart in the exercise and give up).

What is perhaps most remarkable is that it is all just random frantic action, a sequence of endless encounters directed by nothing more than elemental rules of attraction and repulsion.

The greatest possible irony would be if in our endless quest to fill our lives with comfort and happiness we created a world that had neither. But that of course would be another book.

Nature constantly begins the same things over again, years, days, hours, spaces too. And numbers run end to end, one after another. This makes something in a way infinite and eternal. It is not that any of this is really infinite and eternal, but these finite entities multiply infinitely. Thus only number, which multiplies them, seems to me to be infinite.

A clear sky will swallow your problems. It will empty your brain if you let it. Gray skies are like a bad mood, dismal and heavy on your soul. The night sky is endless, full of possibilities, full of dreams you had once and forgot about. Look up. Those dreams are still there. You can always go back to them.

But then, of course, there are always unanswered questions. Those questions lead to more questions, with the circularity of the endless inquest, keeping people like me in business. We can and should always poke at the questions of motivation. And we will. There never is a final draft of history.

The wind swept the snow aside, ever faster and thicker, as if it were trying to catch up with something, and Yurii Andreievich stared ahead of him out of the window, as if he were not looking at the snow but were still reading Tonia's letter and as if what flickered past him were not small dry snow crystals but the spaces between the small black letters, white, white, endless, endless.

And also, such waters never stop as long as there's life in me. There's no end to piss and spit.

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.

We'll never be over, Eva.

L'única saviesa que podem esperar d'obtenir és la saviesa de la humilitat: la humilitat que no té fi. La única sabiduría que podemos esperar obtener es la sabiduría de la humildad: la humildad que no tiene fin.

Do not let me hear Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly, Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession, Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God. The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end Terminate torment Of love unsatisfied The greater torment Of love satisfied End of the endless Journey to no end Conclusion of all that Is inconclusible Speech without word and Word of no speech Grace to the Mother For the Garden Where all love ends.

The endless cycle of guilt: the need to escape it and the equally desperate need to cling to it.