Infinity Quotes

"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."

John Green

"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite."

William Blake

"There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me"

Gustave Flaubert

"Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity."

Voltaire

"The stars up there at night are closer than you think."

Doug Dillon

"Who was it who said, "I hold the buying of more books than one can peradventure read, as nothing less than the soul's reaching towards infinity; which is the only thing that raises us above the beasts that perish?"Whoever it was, I agree with him."

A. Edward Newton

"Infinite is a meaningless word: except – it states / The mind is capable of performing / an endless process of addition."

Louis Zukofsky

"The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book."(Introductory lecture as professor of Latin at University College, London, 3 October 1892)"

A.E. Housman

"we are finite, in that we are a product and source of the infinite."

Ilyas Kassam

"Paranormal events are just edges of the infinite we “happen” to encounter."

Doug Dillon

"You're all incredibly thoughtful souls who keep my head attached to my body."

Jenny Sampirisi, Croak

"The Universe is very, very big.It also loves a paradox. For example, it has some extremely strict rules.Rule number one: Nothing lasts forever.Not you or your family or your house or your planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their love will never die, it means that their love is not real, for everything that is real dies. Rule number two: Everything lasts forever."

Craig Ferguson, Between the Bridge and the River

"Does there exist an Infinity outside ourselves? Is that infinity One, immanent and permanent, necessarily having substance, since He is infinite and if He lacked matter He would be limited, necessarily possessing intelligence since He is infinite and, lacking intelligence, He would be in that sense finite. Does this Infinity inspire in us the idea of essense, while to ourselves we can only attribute the idea of existence? In order words, is He not the whole of which we are but the part?"

Victor Hugo

"An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space."

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

"Remember your connection with the cosmos. Remember your connection with the infinity and that remembrance will give you the freedom."

Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step

"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."

Shannon Lee Alexander, Love and Other Unknown Variables

"Death is a part of Life, they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness"

Grigoris Deoudis

"He was looking for the Knight of Faith, the real prodigy. That real prodigy, having set its relations with the infinite, was entirely at home in the finite. Able to carry the jewel of faith, making the motions of the infinite, and as a result needing nothing but the finite and the usual. Whereas others sought the extraordinary in the world. Or wished to be what was gaped at."

Saul Bellow, Mr. Sammler's Planet

"How can we satisfy ourselves without going on in infinitum? And, after all, what satisfaction is there in that infinite progression? Let us remember the story of the Indian philosopher and his elephant. It was never more applicable than to the present subject. If the material world rests upon a similar ideal world, this ideal world must rest upon some other; and so on, without end. It were better, therefore, never to look beyond the present material world."

David Hume, Dialogues Concerning Natural Religion

"The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book.", 3 October 1892)"

A.E. Housman, Selected Prose

"People believe that Noah's Ark is a legend when we are already apart of this legend, look around what do you see?"

Abdulkadir Abdullahi Mohamed Mirre

"Sometimes we need a wise guide to peel back the ceiling of our lives to remind us that infinity never places any limits on our skies."

Curtis Tyrone Jones

"Because time is a drop in the ocean, and you cannot measure off one drop against another to see which one is bigger, which one is smaller."

Elif Shafak, The Bastard of Istanbul

"O Space and Time and stars at strife,How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity,How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)"

George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror

"It's called the Infinity Effect."

Edward M. Wolfe, In the End

"The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity..."

A. Edward Newton

"Who was it who said, "I hold the buying of more books than one can peradventure read, as nothing less than the soul's reaching towards infinity; which is the only thing that raises us above the beasts that perish?" Whoever it was, I agree with him."

A. Edward Newton, A Magnificent Farce And Other Diversions Of A Book Collector

"The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass."

Stanisław Lem, Solaris

"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?"

Hubert Martin

"He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands."

Hubert Martin

"It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death."

Hubert Martin

"Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between."

Hubert Martin

"And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on."

Hubert Martin

"I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep."

Hubert Martin

"She was starmetal bones with kaleidoscope eyes. A cracked framework of unique beauty, a patchwork portrait filled with swirling brush strokes, an amalgamation of delicate light and detailed shatter. I could write a novel about the way she breathes."

Hubert Martin

"She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake."

Hubert Martin

"The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter."

Hubert Martin

"She had the blood of the sun running through her veins and the dust of stars at her fingertips. Her every breath birthed new cosmos and her thoughts were the super moon of the darkest night. Every word was a supernova and every step an inescapable singularity. Her touch though...it was soft."

Hubert Martin

"And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves."

Hubert Martin

"It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity."

Hubert Martin

"Stop the bleeding! Gauze the wound!" And his voice became much softer, "Those are the words... I've yet to write." He died with that exhale. He died in a steaming carmine pool of unwritten stories that incredibly cold night. He always thought his work would take the form of ink, pen and paper, but as the last glow dimmed in his eyes, he realized his most meaningful words were sloppily spilled and patched together using blood, bullet holes and concrete."

Hubert Martin

"Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction."

Hubert Martin

"She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause."

Hubert Martin

"With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do."

Hubert Martin

"I love her, but every hug leaves bullet holes in my chest. Every kiss is another scar upon my flesh. Every thrust, every touch, every moan that escapes her lips...they are famine to my soul, and I still can't let her go."

Hubert Martin

"She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again. Ink splattered across the page. And within those scratched words, those small, sharp incisions, an image can be seen and you're left to wonder what, in the end, this all could mean."

Hubert Martin

"Our bodies are made of supernova dust, the epitome of ultimate destruction and shatter. And though we are whole, beings with bodies and souls, with cosmos in our eyes and black heart holes, we love as fiercely as the force of creation."

Hubert Martin

"It only took a corny joke, but the smile I saw shone brighter than a glare, more profound than a star. And the best thing... it was so genuine. It was so her. I never thought I could fall more in love."

Hubert Martin

"I spill my emotions and hopes on pieces of paper and pixels of screens, combining and creating, merging traditional methods with artificial means.Words carved in ink and electricity to facilitate simplicity and eradicate toxicity. No matter what fashion, form, font, method or avenue, the simplest and most meaningful words remain ever so true; I choose and love, only forever you."

Hubert Martin

"She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again."

Hubert Martin

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