Quotes About Inf

The universe with all its stars and galaxies is a pinhead compared to the space inside the mind.

A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world—it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.

Che vale poter vedere in quarant'anni dieci volte, in vece che una, le quattro parti del mondo? Né il mondo s'allarga né la vita s'allunga per ciò; e chi pensa troppo, correrà sempre fuori di quei limiti nell'infinito, nel mistero senza luce.

What nature creates has eternity in it.

Don't ask where the rest of this book is!" It is a shrill cry that comes from an undefined spot among the shelves. "All books continue in the beyond...

To fall in the void as I fell: none of you knows what that means… I went down into the void, to the most absolute bottom conceivable, and once there I saw that the extreme limit must have been much, much farther below, very remote, and I went on falling, to reach it.

I've been in love for five hundred million years…

For Leopardi, unhappy hedonist that he was, what is unknown is always more attractive than what is known; hope and imagination are the only consolations for the disappointments and sorrows of experience. Man therefore projects his desire into infinity and feels pleasure only when he is able to imagine that this pleasure has no end.

In fact the problem Leopardi is facing is speculative and metaphysical, a problem in the history of philosophy from Parmenides to Descartes and Kant: the relationship between the idea of infinity as absolute space and absolute time, and our empirical knowledge of space and time.

Each second is a universe, the second I live is the second I live in

E poi non sapevo più cosa guardare e guardai il cielo.

Of course, if I chose to be an optimist, there was always the possibility that, if our two parallels continued to infinity, the moment would come when they would touch.

or else we contemplated the stars beyond the Moon, big as pieces of fruit, made of light, ripened on the curved branches of the sky, and everything exceeded my most luminous hopes ...

La poesia è capace di "far entrare il mare in un bicchiere

And at the bottom of each of those eyes I lived, or rather another me lived, one of the images of me, and it encountered the image of her, the most faithful image of her, in that beyond which opens, past the semiliquid sphere of the irises, in the darkness of the pupils, the mirrored hall of the retinas, in our true element which extends without shores, without boundaries.

If time has to end, it can be described, instant by instant," Palomar thinks, "and each instant, when described, expands so that its end can no longer be seen." He decides that he will set himself to describing every instant of his life, and until he has described them all he will no longer think of being dead. At that moment he dies.

O aspeto em que a cópula e a leitura mais se parecem é que dentro delas se abrem tempos e espaços diferentes do tempo e do espaço medíveis.

en suma, no tenía límites a mis pensamientos, que además no eran pensamientos porque no tenía un cerebro con que pensarlos y cada célula pensaba por su cuenta todo lo pensable todo de una vez, no a través de imágenes, ya que no las teníamos a disposición de ningún modo, sino sencillamente de esa manera indeterminada de sentirse allí que no excluía ningún modo de sentirse allí de otro modo.

El amor es una línea una sucesión de puntos trazados sobre el plano del existencia. Imposible saber en donde empieza, en cual termina. Como independizar un segmento de otro si todo parece ser un único trazo continuo

The sky was full of stars, and every star an exploding ship.

Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born.

That was the trouble with numbers. They got so big you couldn't handle them and even if you could they got you nowhere.

I see the world is flat and the map flat that records it, and both page and world speak each other forever. Put a fold in eternity and it is just as flat and wide. Take the map of the world and fold it into a boat and the boat becomes the world.

Without time, nothing happens. Without space, nothing is.