Quotes About Inf

Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.

That's why love stories don't have endings! They don't have endings because love doesn't end.

Love is a landscape the long mountains define but don't shut off from the unseeable distance.

My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

Love can make you immortal

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.

Love is reducing the universe to one being.

...on forever's very now we stand.

Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain of endless life.

Math, like meditation, puts you in direct contact with the universe, which is bigger than you, was here before you, and will be here after you.

Before the work of Georg Cantor in the nineteenth century, the study of the infinite was as much theology as science; now, we understand Cantor's theory of multiple infinities, each one infinitely larger than the last, well enough to teach it to first-year math majors. (To be fair, it does kind of blow their minds.)

In 1931, Kurt Godel proved in his famous second incompleteness theorem that there could be no finitary proof of the consistency of arithmetic. He had killed Hilbert's program with a single stroke. So should you be worried that all of mathematics might collapse tomorrow afternoon? For what it's worth, I'm not. I do believe in infinite sets, and I find the proofs of consistency that use infinite sets to be convincing enough to let me sleep at night.

If you could pick one word in the English language to describe the universe, what would it be? Why?" Here's my response: Unfair.

On some shelf in some hexagon, it was argued, there must exist a book that is the cipher and perfect compendium of all other books, and some librarian must have examined that book; this librarian is analogous to a god.

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

that we be founded on infinite smallness

Ángel de la jiribilla, ruega por nosotros. Y sonríe. Obliga a que suceda. Enseña una de tus alas, lee: Realízate, cúmplete, sé anterior a la muerte. Repite: Lo imposible al actuar sobre lo posible, engendra un posible en la infinidad. Ya la imagen ha creado una causalidad, es el alba de la era poética entre nosotros. Ahora ya sabemos que la única certeza se engendra en lo que nos rebasa.

'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amid the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

We do not realise that we are children of eternity. If we did, then success would be no success, and failure would be no failure to us.

The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponsored by any creed.

An object, after all, is what makes infinity private.