Quotes About Inf

Possibility, infinity, beauty -- none of those words were right. [...] What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of your ruin?

Als Mensch vermagst du ein Wesen zu lieben; die Seele jedoch, als Licht Gottes, vermag nicht nur die ganze Welt, sondern tausend Welten zu lieben; denn das menschliche Herz ist weiter als das ganze Weltall.

Light has a beginning a middle and an end so feel the stars light up for you.

The stars blink their existence into the world in sentient binary codes.

Your infinity number is the age you were at conception to the age you were at soul gift to the age you die. However you are one of many incarnations so you must add all these numbers to reach your full infinity asensuion number. If you know your asensuion number you can use it to rule your universe. Wjen you have this universe you must then understand it before going further on your spiritual journey. Then you will be given glimpses of other u-universes. These are not mistypes.

Strive to infinity, for no thing is impossible. The world is at your feet, and to accomplish your dreams takes nothing but a pocket full of determination and maybe a few coffee's...

Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.

The boundary between now and not yet will softly blur. And the clean line between your discrete body and all creation will someday be no more.

There was something about driving, about putting his troubles in the rearview mirror and looking at a ribbon of asphalt stretching out into infinity in front of him, that cleared his head, bringing him peace and perspective.

Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

In my judgment an organic machine new to nature never arises, since it always contains an infinity of organs so that it can express, in its own way, the whole universe; indeed, it always contains all past and present times.

We should like Nature to go no further; we should like it to be finite, like our mind; but this is to ignore the greatness and majesty of the Author of things.

Now, as there is an infinity of possible universes in the Ideas of God, and as only one of them can exist, there must be a sufficient reason for God's choice, which determines him toward one rather than another. And this reason can be found only in the fitness, or the degrees of perfection, that these worlds contain, since each possible thing has the right to claim existence in proportion to the perfection it involves.

God is the Absolute Idea, a circle that returns upon itself, not a straight line projected indefinitely.

God is a wider consciousness than we are, a pure intelligence, spiritual life and actuality. He is neither one nor many, neither man nor spirit. Such predicates belong only to finite beings.

The end of THE END is the best place to begin THE END, because if you read THE END from the beginning of the beginning of THE END to the end of the end of THE END, you will arrive at the end.

It doesn't matter if you never see someone again, I told myself. There are millions of people in the world, and most of them never see each other in the first place. You hoped to know Ellington Feint forever, but there's no such thing as forever, really. Everything is much shorter than that.

One could say, in fact, that no story really has a beginning, and that no story really has an end

There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.

In infinite time, in infinite matter, in infinite space, is formed a bubble organism, and that bubble lasts a while and bursts, and that bubble is Me.

Without knowledge of what I am and why I am here, it is impossible to live, and since I cannot know that, I cannot live either. In an infinity of time, in an infinity of matter, and an infinity of space a bubble-organism emerges while will exist for a little time and then burst, and that bubble am I.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea; I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

Time went by, which is what time does, what it is.

And there are times when I lie on my back in some quiet place and look up and up and up into the heavens as the stars gradually emerge from the fading of day's light. And I see myself, a tiny speck of consciousness in the enormity of the universe.