This time is difficult, wait for me: we will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel and rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult, wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey: we need our hands to wash with and to make fire, and so let our difficult time stand up to infinity with four hands and four eyes.
Infinity is a dreadfully poor place. They can never manage to make ends meet.
There are no black holes - in the sense of regimes from which light can't escape to infinity. There are however apparent horizons which persist for a period of time.
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.
A Breath of love can take you all the way to infinity
Meditation is silence. Silence is God In His Infinity's Smile.
Who am I? is the only question worth asking and the only one never answered. It is your destiny to play an infinity of roles, but these roles are not yourself. The spirit is non-local, but it leaves behind a fingerprint, which we call a body. A wizard does not believe himself to be a local event dreaming of a larger world. A wizard is a world dreaming of local events.
The mind is infinite. It is not relegated to the brain or to thought or to emotion. It is made up of an endless series of realities that stretch on into infinity.
For every action, there's an infinity of outcomes. Countless trillions are possible, many milliards are likely, millions might be considered probable, several occur as possibilities to us as observers - and one comes true.
There is an infinity of political errors which, being once adopted, become principles.
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
I've seen a lot more go to zero than infinity.
Visualize the soft white light continuing to expand as it gently swirls around, until it has filled the earth, the sky, the universe, and all of infinity.
It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.
Maybe being winged means being wounded by 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.
Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.