Quotes About Inf

Oh, death in space was most humorous.

Some summers refuse to end.

So that man, the first one, knew what we know now: our hour is short, eternity is long.

the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint...

as i emerge on deck the ordered arrangement of the stars meets my eye, unclouded, infinitely wearisome. There they are: stars, sun, sea, light, darkness, space, great waters; the formidable Work of the Seven Days, into which mankind seems to have blundered unbidden. Or else decoyed.

and all other modern inventions came? Your imagination is the treasure house of infinity, which releases to you all the precious jewels of music, art, poetry, and inventions.

Everything was always something, but something—and here was the rub—could never be everything.

But you must have grown out of a thousand years dreaming just like I could never imagine you. You must have broke open from another sky to here, because now I see you as a part of the millions of other universes that I thought could never occur in this breathing. And I know you as myself, traveling. In your eyes alone are many colonies of stars and other circling planet motion.

My heart is taken by you and these mornings since I am a horse running towards a cracked sky where there are countless dawns breaking simultaneously. There are two moons on the horizon and for you I have broken loose.

To imagine the spirit of poetry is much like imagining the shape and size of the knowing. It is a kind of resurrection light; it is the tall ancestor spirit who has been with me since the beginning, or a bear or a hummingbird. It is a hundred horses running the land in a soft mist, or it is a woman undressing for her beloved in firelight. It is none of these things. It is more than everything.

earth, sky, stars circling my heart

Forever will be a day like this.

Hospital vigils inspire us to such nostalgia. Hospital vigils take place in slow-time during which the mind floats free, a frail balloon drifting into the sky as into infinity.

They were astronomers plotting the trajectories of stars.

Our lives are Möbius strips, misery and wonder simultaneously. Our destinies are infinite, and infinitely recurring. In

Juan Felipe Herrera

Aren't our problems so small when we look at something big, like the sky?

Man hunts and struggles. Woman intrigues and dreams; she is the mother of fantasy, the mother of the gods. She has second sight, the wings that enable her to fly to the infinite of desire and the imagination… The gods are like men: they are born and they die on a woman's breast…

There will never be an end To this droning of the surf.

Then the sea and heaven rolled as one and from the two came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.

The stars refuse to come closer the way they have other nights. He squints harder. They just shimmer and float farther away.

The truths of the sea, like the truths of the soul, cannot be reduced to numbers.

If an object - a star, for instance, like our own sun - is eight hundred light years away from the Earth, it would take light leaving that object eight hundred years until it reached our eyes. So when you look at that object, you are seeing it as it appeared eight hundred light years ago, not as it looks today. It might not even exist anymore. Every time you look up at the stars, you are looking into the past.

The clock doesn't die when time runs out.