Quotes About Inf

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed down inside him with a roar.

The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.

No mind of a creature can attain Him.

Listen." I tugged at my neighbor. "Just listen to me! You must-you must give me an answer: out there, where your finite universe ends! What is out there, beyond it?

It's clear: if there is no good reason for enviousness, the denominator of the fraction of happiness is brought to zero and the fraction is transformed into a glorious infinity.

Well, which final revolution do you want then? There isn't a final one. Revolutions are infinite. Final things are for children because infinity scares children and it is important that children sleep peacefully at night . . .

Final things are for children, because infinity scares children, and it is important that children sleep peacefully at night.

No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is, after all, a logic of its own (today's logic) in this condition: a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I was afraid to stir: what would I turn into?

Oh, knowledge! This knowledge of yours is only cowardice. Don't argue, it's true. You're simply trying to enclose infinity behind a wall, and you are terrified to glance outside the wall. Yes! Just try and take a look, and you will shut your eyes. Yes!

Bilgi de neymiÅŸ! Bilgi dediÄŸin korkakl?kt?r. Ne derseniz deyin, doÄŸrusu bu. Siz sonsuzluÄŸu bir duvarla s?n?rlamaya çal???yorsunuz, duvar?n arkas?na bakmaya ise korkuyorsunuz.

a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I

what if it is only the beginning, only the first meteorite of a hail of thundering fiery rocks poured by infinity upon our glass paradise?

Knowledge! What does that mean? Your knowledge is nothing but cowardice. No, really, that's all it is. You just want to put a little wall around infinity. And you're afraid to look on the other side of that wall.

The function of man's highest faculty, his reason, consists precisely of the continuous limitation of infinity, the breaking up of infinity into convenient, easily digestible portions.

When you speak, it should be as if Infinity is speaking.

Gong is the sound that projects you out of your realm to the infinity

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

I am the drop that contains the ocean

since there is only one real world, whereas the number of potential virtual worlds is infinite, the probability that you happen to inhabit the sole real world is almost zero.

We mortals daily take chances with our lives, because we know they are going to end anyhow. So we go on treks in the Himalayas, swim in the sea, and do many other dangerous things like crossing the street or eating out. But if you believe you can live forever, you would be crazy to gamble on infinity like that.

I have written my name on the far side of the sky.

Knowledge! What does that mean? Your knowledge is nothing but cowardice. No, really, that's all it is. You just want to put a little wall around infinity. And you're afraid to look on the other side of that wall.

Darkness. The door into the neighboring room is not quite shut. A strip of light stretches through the crack in the door across the ceiling. People are walking about by lamplight. Something has happened. The strip moves faster and faster and the dark walls move further and further apart, into infinity. This room is London and there are thousands of doors. The lamps dart about and the strips dart across the ceiling. And perhaps it is all delirium ...