Quotes About Inf

the prehistoric irresponsibility of the eternal waters.

I lift my eyes and look at the stars, which make no sense at all.

It did not take long to conclude that, without God, would never come to understand where the universe began and where it ended, where it came from him, where he would go

El sentido de todo, el lugar donde él estará para siempre.

It has no size at all, the Sergeant explained, because there is no difference anywhere in it and we have no conception of the extent of its unchanging coequality.

Haze stood for a few minutes, looking over at the scene. His face seemed to reflect the entire distance across the clearing and on beyond, the entire distance that extended from his eyes to blank gray sky that went on, depth after depth, into space.

I think there is more to this world than we can possibly fathom. There's got to be.

We feel and know that we are eternal.

Beyond a certain point, the whole universe becomes a continuous process of initiation.

A moving body whose motion was not retarded by any resisting force would continue to move to all eternity.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

When I first ventured into the Gulf of Mexico in the 1950s, the sea appeared to be a blue infinity too large, too wild to be harmed by anything that people could do.

Nature teaches us that tens of billions of light years may have passed, and life in all of its expressions has always been subjected to an incredible combination of matter and radiation.

ONE must sometimes believe what one cannot understand. That is the method of the scientist as well as the mystic: faced with a universe which must be endless and infinite, he accepts it, although he cannot really imagine it. For there is no picture in our minds of infinity; somewhere, at the furthermost limits of thought, we never fail to plot its end. Yet—if there is no end? Or if, at the end, we are only back at the beginning again?

We know so little", I said, "and there's so much to know. We live by taste and touch; we see only what is under our noses. There are solar systems up there above us, greater than our own; and whole universes in a drop of water. And time stretches out endlessly on every side. This earth, this ocean, this little moment of living, has no meaning by itself. . . Yesterday is just as true as today; only we forget.

world" is totally absent.

There is really no creation, and no dissolution.

The immanent Reality alone is. It is infinite. There arises, from it, this finite [extension of] consciousness, taking on a limited form [mind].

Porque no habrá en la noche un camino abierto por el cual se pueda correr una eternidad alejándose de la tierra.

Los libros son finitos, los encuentros sexuales son finitos, pero el deseo de leer y de follar es infinito, sobrepasa nuestra propia muerte, nuestros miedos, nuestras esperanzas de paz.

If you add infinity to infinity, you get infinity. If you mix the sublime and the creepy, what you end up with is creepy. Right?

El cielo era una manta tapada por una manta que a su vez tapaba otra manta aún más gruesa y húmeda.

Although I am almost illiterate mathematically, I grasped very early in life that any one who can count to ten can count upward indefinitely if he is fool enough to do so.

Architecture led to the vanishing point which led to architecture.