Quotes About Inf

There is no end to it, no way to measure it. Consciousness is like the cosmos multiplied by the number of people alive in the world (assuming that consciousness dies when we do, and it may not) because each of our minds is a cosmos of its own: unknowable, even to ourselves.

Looking up at scattered, blinking stars can feel like floating above them and looking down. The universe will seem to hang beneath you in its milky glittering mystery.

I think, The world is actually huge. That's the part no one can really explain.

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I think about Finch and Sir Patrick Moore and black holes and blue holes and bottomless bodies of water and exploding stars and event horizons, and a place so dark that light can't get out once it's in.

But does forever have a built-in ending...?

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

The whole of Paris was lit up. The tiny dancing flames had bespangled the sea of darkness from end to end of the horizon, and now, like millions of stars, they burned with a steady light in the serene summer night. There was no breath of wind to make them flicker as they hung there in space. They made the unseen city seem as vast as a firmament, reaching out into infinity.

The sea with its perpetual oscillation, that obstinate swell sweeping up to the cliffs twice a day, exasperated him: it was senseless force, indifferent to his grief, wearing down the same rocks for centuries while never mourning the death of a single human being. it was too vast, too cold; and he would hurry home and shut himself indoors, to feel less insignificant, less crushed between the dual infinities of sea and sky.

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

Me parece apreciar en la muerte un reposo que ni el infierno ni la tierra son capaces de quebrantar, y me invade la sensación de un futuro eterno y sin sombras. Sí; la Eternidad.

La Eternidad. Allí donde la vida no tiene límite en su duración, ni el amor en sus transportes, ni la felicidad en su plenitud

Though Earth and Moon were gone And Sun and Universe ceased to be And thou wert left alone Every Existence would exist in thee There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void Since thou art Being and Breath And what thou art may never be destroyed

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou—THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

Love is Immortality.

Forever – is composed of Nows – 'Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home –

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

This world is not conclusion. A species stands beyond - Invisible, as Music - But positive as Sound

The whole of Immortality Secreted by a star.

Estranged from Beauty—none can be— For Beauty is Infinity— And power to be finite ceased Before Identity was leased.

El para siempre está hecho de muchos «ahoras.

Forever is composed of nows

Solamente el silencio nos da miedo. En la voz siempre hay algo que nos salva. Sin embargo, el silencio es lo infinito. No se le ve la cara.