Quotes About Inf

Every situation--nay, every moment--is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.

Let those who thoughtfully consider the brevity of life remember the length of eternity.

Remember, in the vast infinity of life, all is perfect, whole, and complete... and so are you.

There is a larger frame to the painting than the one that bounds our life's events.

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path , to vanish into the vast sea of God.

Life is continuous, and is Infinite.

The universe is almost 14 billion years old, and, wow! Life had no problem starting here on Earth! I think it would be inexcusably egocentric of us to suggest that we're alone in the universe.

Life is short. Eternity is long.

When I was in my early teens, I remember coming to the conclusion that your life never ends.

Aw, where we come from the Anti-Life Equation is one of many others--almost as awesome!! But they merely exist!!

Life is simply a vacation from the infinite

Living in the present moment creates the experience of eternity.

Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?

Death is terrifying, but it would be even more terrifying to find out that you are going to live forever and never die.

Mathematics is the Life of the Gods.

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.

Our life is but a grain of sand in the indifferent ocean of infinity.

What am I then, my God? What is my nature? A life varied, multifaceted and truly immense.

Every moment of your life is infinitely creative and the universe is endlessly bountiful

Still ending, and beginning still.

The two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us

Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.

For a moment, the two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us.

In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted—Balder, Persephone—but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form, and India fails to accommodate them.