Quotes About Inf

Out of my nature has come wild despair; an abandonment to grief that was piteous even to look at; terrible and impotent rage; bitterness and scorn; anguish that wept aloud; misery that could find no voice; sorrow that was dumb. I have passed through every possible mood of suffering. Better than Wordsworth himself I know what Wordsworth meant when he said—'Suffering is permanent, obscure, and dark And has the nature of infinity.

And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity, textbook I read by myself, without people - Leafless, savage medical book, A problem book of gigantic radicals.

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that's why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV

Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night's skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it is not your hair but the terror in your head, like long hair made of vertical nails, and what you see are not shattered streets, but rather, within you, your own crushed walls, your frustrated infinity, again the city comes crashing down: in your silence, only water's threat is heard, and in the water drowned horses gallop through your death.

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía.

Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy?

I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that is why I do not love you yet.

i'll go so far as to believe you own the universe

and in your life my infinite dreams live.

Y yo, mínimo ser, ebrio del gran vacío constelado, a semejanza, a imagen del misterio, me sentí parte pura del abismo, rodé con las estrellas, mi corazón se desató en el viento.

Para mí solo aquellas soledades, para mí solo aquel camino puro, para mí solo el universo.

How much does a man live, after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

I go so far as to think you own the universe.

Eu te amo para começar a amar-te, para recomeçar o infinito e para não deixar de amar-te nunca: por isso não te amo ainda. Te amo e não te amo como se tivesse em minhas mãos as chaves da fortuna e um incerto destino desafortunado. Meu amor tem duas vidas para amar-te. Por isso te amo quando não te amo e por isso te amo quando te amo.

How much does a man live after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say for ever?

open and more unknown than the night, dragging more stars than shadow.

Present, past, future, no more for me, But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere. Planets, stars, stardust, earth, Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms, Creation's molding furnace, Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods, Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come, Every blade of grass, myself, mankind, Each particle of universal dust, Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust, I swallowed, transmuted all Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!

God is beyond all forms, and is supremely impersonal. At the same time, God has also taken on every form in the universe.

Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m'effraie.

That sleep that has no language, No dream, No time, No end.

Then she dropped her hands in her lap and stared out the window at the restless water that ran beyond the edge of the world, and pulled the sun and the moon and the stars every night down into its secret country.

Ela é tudo, é todas as coisas. Está à nossa volta, e está dentro de nós. Sem ela nada somos, e nunca poderemos contê-la na totalidade.

She is all, she is everything. She is around us, and she is within us. We cannot be without her, and we can never encompass all of her.