Best 396 of Infinity quotes - MyQuotes
Courage loves the idea of infinity.
Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.
As they both looked up into the sky bursting with stars, Augie thought about how time was as infinite as the space above. The future shortly became the past, and one could never predict how things would turn out. What was important was the current moment—this moment, right now, with Rose’s hand in his, the feel of her kiss still fresh on his lips. He wanted to be present, unhindered by anxiety or fear, just conscious in this single, beautiful stretch of a memory. It was one he’d cherish forever.
What do you do when your words aren't enough? What do you do when your actions have no effect? What do you do when all the fibers of your existence scream just to be heard? And yet, only the most deafening silence returns the echoes of your screams. Is there something beyond words and action?
How amazing these words are that slowly come to me. How wonderfully on and on they go. Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.
The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.
Everything turns in circles and spirals with the cosmic heart until infinity. Everything has a vibration that spirals inward or outward — and everything turns together in the same direction at the same time. This vibration keeps going: it becomes born and expands or closes and destructs — only to repeat the cycle again in opposite current. Like a lotus, it opens or closes, dies and is born again. Such is also the story of the sun and moon, of me and you. Nothing truly dies. All energy simply transforms.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
All the beautiful roads are infinite because beauty gives us the feeling of infinity!
R. A. Delmonico
How can unity and infinity share the same space? There is only one way, as a fractal.
Lois Mcmaster Bujold
He was shaken by an unwelcome insight. Lives did not add as integers. They added as infinities.
It's called the Infinity Effect.
Michael Bassey Johnson
Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.
We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.
We think of infinity as a really big number, but it’s not. It’s endlessness. Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.
John Cowper Powys
Up is infinite. Down is infinite. Pantheism, dualism, pluralism!
Can life be counted upon to limit itself? No. It is the mindless striving of two to become infinity. Can death be counted upon to limit itself? Never. It is the equally mindless effort of zero to encompass infinity.
Unlike all the other art forms, film is able to seize and render the passage of time, to stop it, almost to possess it in infinity. I'd say that film is the sculpting of time.
Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.
Being with her always felt like gazing the stars and into the infinity, reading a book which never ends. She had no boundaries, all she knew was to shine, and live without any walls around her on every page.
I held my breath tightly against the shivers coursing through my body. Darkness ate away the edges of my vision and numbness stole away my fingers. I kept holding though. Watching the last bubble of precious air escape my lips. Then it became all black. But I never let go.
Nothing is so small that you cannot cut it in half
Desire wills its perpetuation ad infinitum.
He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.
The infinite is the landscape of dreams.
Initially the snow had been beautiful, but not so much now. The softness and sparkle still charmed, but the storm occluded the sky, denying us the stars. At the moment, I needed to see a firmament of stars, needed to gaze past the moon and through the constellations, needed to see what can't be seen--infinity.
Scientifically, I know beginnings don't exist. The world is made of energy, which is neither created or destroyed. Everything she is was here before me. Everything she was will remain. Her existence touches both my past and my future at one point- infinity. Lifelines aren't lines at all. They are more like circles. Its safe to start anywhere and the story will curve its way back to the starting point. Eventually. In other words, it doesn't matter where I begin. It doesn't change the end.
Infinity is my spiritual horizon.
We know so little of the why, what the universe is, what infinity is. The veil around us is very fragile.
In eternity when there is no time, there is no growth, there is no change. Everything which is was everything that was.
We know then the existence and nature of the finite, because we also are finite and have extension. We know the existence of the infinite and are ignorant of its nature, because it has extension like us, but not limits like us. But we know neither the existence nor the nature of God, because he has neither extension nor limits.
I wanted nothing more than her attention. Her thoughts filled with me. Her eyes lost in my image. I wanted her so badly I didn't even realize I lost myself in the process. Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see her... where is me?
Your voice tears me away from the reality that I exist and places my mind somewhere in between the infinity and beyond. Where everything is made of bliss and magic. Sometimes, I am scared of not hearing it again and never being able to get separated from this chaotic reality again.
All that you are forever to Be, Is prior to... and just beyond Infinity.
While many people are trying to be in tune with infinite, what they really are is in tune with the indefinite.
You, a person with a vision, are like a pebble in a stream, moving ever outward to infinity, impacting on all who come into contact with the ripple.
Parallel lines meet at infinity. Looking back from said point, do parallel lines ever not meet?
The only thing that I am completely certain of after this experience is that I am no longer afraid of death.
And in my novels I live many lives. Substitutes of spontaneity to replace a dreary reality. How I live for those inky black words and kaleidoscope colored experiences.
Your journey is to see how deeply you can interface your mind with infinity. That's the journey of a monk - to see.
You're all incredibly thoughtful souls who keep my head attached to my body.
[Infinity is] a journey around the earth on a plane that goes forever.
Kim Stanley Robinson
History was like some vast thing that was always over the tight horizon, invisible except in its effects. It was what happened when you weren't looking -- an unknowable infinity of events, which although out of control, controlled everything.
Nothing is immune to Time. Not even eternity.
You live through each memory you have hidden inside me. Through the places, we had been to and through the songs, which only we have sung and heard. Every night, I lie down and look at the sky gazing the universe in its eye. Watching the breeze and the stars carry the pieces of us and deliver it to the infinity and every time I wonder if you are doing the same somewhere.
You’ve said life is a series of choices, but I think it’s also a series of opportunities, a series of lessons, a series of moments all strung together that loops around into a lifetime—it’s a lifetime of moments. Every decision, every person that has entered my life, has shaped who I am today.
Through space the universe grasps me and swallows me up like a speck; through thought I grasp it. (Page 21)
On these days, I've never felt so hollow. Recollecting the many pieces of me that were lost in past sub-lives. They were the minor characters of my novel life, the sub-plots to the whole story. On these days I was the binding that held the book together, I was not the words.
You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.
The brittle seeds remained inside my soul, my tears the water that begged them to grow. And though I hate to admit it, you are my sun. Your light and warmth the last variables needed to see the seedlings burst and anchor. The roots in my soul, the flower and fruit in yours.
Infinity dwells in a sage's mind. Eternity resides in a guru's heart. Divinity rests in a master's soul.