Endless Quotes

“We’re running out of time, he said.

As if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls that were handed to us at birth and if we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water then our time would be lost, wasted, already spent.

But time is beyond our finite comprehension. It’s endless, it exists outside of us; we cannot run out of it or lose track of it or find a way to hold on to it. Time goes on even when we do not.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.”
― Jess Rothenberg, The Catastrophic History of You and Me

“Unless one lives and loves in the trenches, it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.”
― Audre Lorde

“Choose well. Your choice is brief, and yet endless.”
― Goethe

“I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.”
― Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise

“When we feel we have benched ourselves for too long, we must loosen up the unessential, get over our endless cringing and make a bold leap to the glowing stars of our dream. ("Steaming ahead" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Self is a sea boundless and measureless.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“The car was on the FDR drive now and, turning her head, she glanced out at the bleak brown buildings of the projects that stretched for blocks along the drive. Something inside her sank at the sight of all that sameness, and she suddenly felt defeated.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. In the past year, she'd started experiencing these moments of desperate emptiness, as if nothing really mattered, nothing was ever going to change, there was nothing new; and she could see her life stretching before her--one endless long day after the next, in which every day was essentially the same. Meanwhile, time was marching on, and all that was happening to her was that she was getting older and smaller, and one day she would be no bigger than a dot, and then she would simply disappear. Poof! Like a small leaf burned up under a magnifying glass in the sun. These feelings were shocking to her, because she'd never experienced world-weariness before. She'd never had time. All her life, she'd been striving and striving to become this thing that was herself--the entity that was Nico O'Neilly. And then, one morning, time had caught up with her and she had woken up and realized that she was there. She had arrived at her destination, and she had everything she'd worked so hard for: a stunning career, a loving (well, sort of) husband, whom she respected, and a beautiful eleven-year-old daughter whom she adored.
She should have been thrilled. But instead, she felt tired. Like all those things belonged to someone else.”
― Candace Bushnell, Lipstick Jungle

“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

“In an endless silence even screams sound silent.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

“Share your love, share you happiness, care for others; your wealth will be endless.”
― Debasish Mridha

“If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sign and Its Children

“Love has no number.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

“Long time ago, many pre-human civilizations had developed so advanced
into a level where most people today assume them simply as works of nature.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Would anyone be waiting for us, on those vast fields?”
― Nguyễn Ngọc Tư, Endless Field

“young children standing
with arms open to the world.

an endless summer tiptoes
from their aconite-like feet.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“The river that runs through my being
Flows through an endless sea,
Reflects in a view such tender feeling,
Under the Universe only what I see.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Sea Sons: The Enchanted Valley

“The ground was endless, white, receding. The station dollhouse-sized and then teacup-sized and then ant-sized and then gone.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Creationists just plain refuse to see it.”
― Sean Carroll

“Do you know how much I love you, Miki?" Dai whispers softly. "Even I don't know. My love for you is endless. Deep and endless, like the sea.”
― Axie Oh, The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea

“Your gifts are ancient, your talents are endless, and your Soul’s medicine is radically unique.”
― Kris Franken, Wildhearted Purpose: Embrace Your Unique Calling & the Unmapped Path of Authenticity

“God is indefinable, so no word is really adequate enough to describe him, but we have to use words.

This is one of the most beautiful words which comes very close in describing god. God is as infinite as the sky, as unbounded as the whole universe. No boundaries, no limits – and that’s your nature too: god is your nature.

God is not something outside, not something that belongs to the existence. It is the center of all, it is as much yours as it is anybody else’s. We are different on the circumference but we are one at the center. No difference at all at the center. The farther we go from the center we start becoming different; we start becoming persons, we start gathering personality, we start becoming faces, masks. The closer we come to the center the masks start disappearing, the personality starts evaporating, we start becoming one.

That’s what I mean when I say: No man is an island. We are part of a vast continent, of an infinity, of an eternity, beginningless, endless. To know it brings great rejoicing, obviously, because to know it means there is no death, to know it means you have been here forever and you will be here forever. To know it means your inner purity is absolutely virgin, it has not been polluted.

Thousands of lives have happened but it has not polluted you.

Those lives have been just dreams. You have dreamed many dreams in the night but in the morning you are not polluted by your dreams. You may have been a murderer in the dream or you may have been a mahatma in the dream – it doesn’t matter. Whether you were a mahatma or a murderer, in the morning you find both were dreams, both were false and your reality has remained unaffected. Many stories we have lived, many dramas we have played. Many roles we have passed through, but this is the miracle that we are absolutely unaffected, we are virgin.

Our inner purity is incorruptible.

Meditation will give you a taste of that incorruptible purity, of that incorruptible innocence and from there, one can jump into the ultimate, into the infinite.”
― Osho

“They say that Time and Space exist not, save in our thoughts. If so, then that which has been is, and the Past can never cease.”
― George MacDonald

“Any Number that is not dividable exactly through 13, will create endless Blocks of a repeating Pattern of Numbers.”
― Sino Melo

“It's a shame, that summers always end.'
'Maybe this one can be endless,' Parker says.
'Nothing in life is endless.'
'Love is, Elle,' he says.
I laugh. 'And what do you know about love?'
'Now?' he says. 'Everything.'
This, I think. This warmth in my chest, filling every missing piece I didn't know I had, is what summer feels like.”
― Alex Aster, Summer in the City

“Any Number that is not divisible exactly through 13, will create endless Blocks of a repeating Pattern of Numbers.”
― Sino Melo

“One can run out of everything, except love, because love is an endless stream.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Sips And Little Portions

“Somewhere in this endless night, a spark still burns, fragile, defiant, a beacon for the lost. And as the storm deepens, I remember that even the darkest night can be a vessel of light.”
― Dark Night Beacon, Beacon of the Dark Night: Shining Hope Through the Shadows

“We have the choice to live in the squalid confines of that which is visible, or the breathless majesty of that which is not. For both are real, neither are defined by the other, and we will take upon ourselves the shape of the one within which we reside.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough