They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
You cannot run a linear system on a finite planet indefinitely.
In a symbol there is concealment and yet revelation: here therefore, by silence and by speech acting together, comes a double significance. In the symbol proper, what we can call a symbol, there is ever, more or less distinctly and directly, some embodiment and revelation of the Infinite; the Infinite is made to blend itself with the Finite, to stand visible, and as it were, attainable there. By symbols, accordingly, is man guided and commanded, made happy, made wretched.
Well, the capacity of French intellectuals to understand a Texan way of thinking is finite.
He that despairs measures Providence by his own little contracted model and limits infinite power to finite apprehensions.
Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.
Death is simply a change in perception. It is not an end to perception as a finite being.
Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.
Love is the infinite which is given to the finite.
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
From form to formless and from finite to infinite
I feel awed by the mystery of being both so finite and yet so infinite, so much and so little, so conscious and yet, so coincidental.
What do we mean by the word 'wisdom'? Usually we mean something superior to knowledge, something deeper. In the spiritual world, the word 'wisdom' is not used in that way. Here wisdom means Light, illumining Light, transforming Light. That which illumines our unlit consciousness is wisdom. That which transforms the finite consciousness into the infinite Consciousness is called wisdom.
I'm here, and I know that it's finite; I know that I'm not going to always be here.
From infinite awareness, something comes forward, a sense of infinite awareness and finite awareness. That perception is the birth of a being.
Art heightens the sense of humanity. It gives an elation to feeling which is supernatural. . . A million sunsets will not spur us on towards civilization. It requires Art to evoke into consciousness the finite perfections which lie ready for human achievement.
The life of a poet lies not merely in the finite language-dance of expression but in the nearly infinite combinations of perception and memory combined with the sensitivity to what is perceived and remembered.
Our minds are finite, and yet even in these circumstances of finitude we are surrounded by possibilities that are infinite, and the purpose of life is to grasp as much as we can out of that infinitude.
Life is finite, While knowledge is infinite.
Life, to me personally, I believe it is a finite thing, my consciousness, and I want to use it as much as possible.