Quotes About Inf

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

Nothing lasts for ever but the Earth and sky.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Why do people say life it short? Life is literally the longest thing you will ever do.

Love never ends but life does.

For what we suppose to be our love, our jealousy are, neither of them, single, continuous and individual passions. They are composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multitude they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.

the more permanent colour of the flowers themselves, with the utmost profundity, evanescence, and mystery—with a quiet suggestion of infinity

The immobility of that thin face, like that of a sheet of paper subjected to the colossal pressure of two atmospheres, seemed to me to be held in balance by two infinities which converged on her without meeting, for she held them apart. And indeed, as we looked at her, Robert and I, neither of us saw her from the same side of the mystery.

I could almost disappear and the world would go on, a never-ending sentence without a pause.

There were no witnesses to what was about to happen. 'Happen' didn't yet exist. Reality was timeless. Space also didn't exist. The distance between two points was immeasurable. The points themselves could be anywhere, hovering and bouncing. Infinity tangled into itself. There was no here and now. Only Being.

Pero el despertador, privado de cuerda durante tantos días, ya no señala el tiempo, señala la eternidad.

How very near us stand the two vast gulfs of time, the past and the future, in which all things disappear.

Nothing can come out of nothing, any more than a thing can go back to nothing.

Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.

Deem not life a thing of consequence. For look at the yawning void of the future, and at that other limitless space, the past.

For a moment, the future threatened to swamp him, the terrifying infinity of it, like being alone in the Pacific in the middle of a starless night, all that water and time around and below him, the deepest hole in the planet sucking him down into darkness.

knew what you meant." "Think about it, Will. That was the end. We've seen the whole span, beginning to end. Life to nothingness. We know every step of it. Every fading footfall." She paused. "And still don't really know anything, do we?

Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.

God," he said, "is a circle whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.

Every being is the universe shed from itself, like a continuous sunrise.

Life – a sort of a plate of real-imaginary from which I nibble together with the birds of light and darkness, with the poor and well-to-do of the world at grains of to be once rough (like sharp stones), other times more like the pulp of pomegranates and ripe figs; stairs I have to climb in myself and climb down… to sometimes walk along the roads of infinity, other times, how many, to stop before the first step, waiting for the path home…

Reader, if you'd ever want infinity, stay with your eyes open in a fall of snow, of dandelion down, of dream, of sun – there are coming towards you its souls.