Quotes About Inf

There are no black holes in the sense of regimes from which light can't escape to infinity.

Infinity is a way to describe the incomprehensible to the human mind. In a way, it notates a mystery. That kind of mystery exists in relationships. A lifetime is not enough to know someone else. It provides a brief glimpse.

My to-do list is so long that it doesn't have an end; it has an event horizon.

Even Hubble hasn't found yet the end of this universe, and we don't know that it has any end.

The only length of life that seems to satisfy the longings of the human heart is life everlasting.

Either it is the fold of the infinite, or the constant folds [replis] of finitude which curve the outside and constitute the inside.

Therefore the perfect, absolutely and in itself, is one, infinite, which cannot be greater or better, and that which nothing can be greater or better. This is one, everywhere, the only God, universal nature, of which nothing can be a perfect image or reflection, but the infinite.

In order to produce it [an infinite series] we would need an infinitely long blackboard, an infinite supply of chalk, and an infinite length of time. We may be censured as too cruel for trying to crush so high a flight of the spirit by such a homely objection; but this is no answer.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.

Nothing in life now ever seems to end. Chemists tell you matter is never completely destroyed, and mathematicians tell you that if you halve each pace in crossing a room, you will never reach the opposite wall, so what an optimist I would be if I thought that this story ended here.

If I were writing a novel I would end it here: a novel, I used to think, has to end somewhere, but I'm beginning to believe my realism has been at fault all these years, for nothing in life now ever seems to end. Chemists tell you matter is never completely destroyed, and mathematicians tell you that if you halve each pace in crossing a room, you will never reach the opposite wall, so what an optimist I would be if I thought that this story ended here.

We are consciousness incarnated in stardust

The interior of our skulls contain a portal to infinity...of course it's happening in your head but why on earth should that mean it's not real?

In space, distance was time, and time was distance.

the Ocean of Night (1977) Across the Sea of Suns (1984) Great Sky River (1987) Tides of Light (1989) Furious Gulf (1994) Sailing Bright Eternity (1995)

Freeman looked up and grinned. "Karl, this author is American and plainly loves twisted language. Listen: 'The idiot god Azathoth, that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity.' Superb nonsense." Karl snorted. "Why are you reading such stuff?" "It's a novel of horror. Seems appropriate in a war, somehow." Karl

There's no such thing as forever.

Every human heartbeat, he's said many times, is a universe of possibilities.

Time, too, will die, just as we do, when the universe dies, and is born again. Time's a living thing, just as we are, with birth, longevity, and extinction. Time has a heartbeat, but it isn't ours, no matter how much of ourselves we sacrifice to it. We don't need Time. Time needs us. Even Time loves company.

Every human heartbeat is a universe of possibilities.

Continuammo a fissarci per cinque lunghi secondi, mentre miriadi di mondi e vite parallele che avrebbero potuto essere e non saranno mai vorticavano intorno a noi.

The Source of all things, the luminescence, has more forms than heaven's stars, sure. And

Every human heartbeat, he'd said many times, is a universe of possibilities.

Fiecare b?taie de inim? omeneasc?, este un univers de posibilit??i.