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Never f*!k with the ineffable.
The solid, solid universe
Is pervious to Love;
With bandaged eyes he never errs,
Around, below, above.
His blinding light
He flingeth white
On God's and Satan's brood,
And reconciles
By mystic wiles
The evil and the good.
Here too was the terrifying fixed curve of the infinite, the creeping curve of logic which at least must become the final signpost at the edge of nothing. After that - the deluge. The great white light of annihilation. The bright flash of death ... ("Mr. Arcularis")
It has been well observed that we should treat futurity as an aged friend from whom we expect a rich legacy.
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
( ... ) a Universe composed of one-trillionth part matter to one decillion parts black velvet futility.
Then, three years ago, on a night very like tonight, the Prime Minister had been alone in his office when the portrait had once again announced the imminent arrival of Fudge, who had burst out of the fireplace, sopping wet and in a state of considerable panic.
The love of pelf increases with the pelf.
[Lat., Crescit amor nummi quantum ipsa pecunia crescit.]
Fragments of the future spun past like whirling puzzle pieces with an endless array of combinations. Yet, even with millions of possible outcomes, the same conclusion punctuated every scenario: blissful happiness.
Love.
A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,
The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.
("Ephemera")
Weightless and endless. Timeless and restless. Hopelessly breathless
I'm gonna barf," I whispered to Fang,wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans.
You'll be fine," he whipered back. "You always are.
I'm gonna die," I moaned.
You can't die," he said a hint of a smile in his voice."You're the indesructible Max.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
Flaws are awesome - so, 'flawsome!' I love making up a word.
She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words.
And yet, because it could not be expressed in words, people had invented a word to express it, and that made Liesl feel hopeful, somehow.
So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.
Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.
L -Life
I -Is
F -For
E -Entertainment
a furtive groove
There are moths outside, ready to die for a light they crave but which is denied to them, shielded from them [...] Sometimes, in the midst of all I have been given, I watch the moths in us all. Everybody has a light which they think they cannot live without.
This is what loss was, what death was: an escape into the luminous wave-forms, into the ineffable speed of the light-years and the parsecs, the eternally receding distances of the cosmos.
Futility is in the eye of the beholder.
Possibility, infinity, beauty
none of those words were right. [ ... ] What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of your ruin?
Between the finite and the infinite
The missing link of Love has left a void.
Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join
In one continued chain of endless life.
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark
now glittering
now reflecting gloom
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings.
The nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game, is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.
Love's merciless, the way it travels in and keeps emitting light.
Love is a divine flame ...
The final, unfinished fugue from The Art of Fugue is the greatest piece of music ever composed.
...forever could be so, so brief.
Introducing 'Lite': the new way to spell 'Light'; but with twenty per cent fewer letters.
The Fibonacci Sequence turns out to be the key to understanding how nature designs... and is... a part of the same ubiquitous music of the spheres that builds harmony into atoms, molecules, crystals, shells, suns and galaxies and makes the Universe sing.
I say this is about as close to perfect as anything can be. Good God, hellion, I don't think I could take much more perfection and live through it." "Every
The moths look like souls in the underworld,
In absolute and general perfection lies stifling monotony and death. Nature must have contrasts; she must have shadows as well as highlights; sorrow with happiness; both wrong and right; and sin as well as virtue.
predictably unpredictable
Every second is eternal
I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.
Life!" urged Fook. "The Universe!" said Lunkwill. "Everything!" they said in chorus.
Perfection is always infinite.
My life is now nothing more than a flickering candle. The wax is melting and the flame is a small, quivering spark. Soon it'll simply vanish, and I'll finally collapse into the black hole of eternal peace.
It seemed to us that the fantastic can be, can do, so much more than its detractors assume: it can illuminate the real, it can distort it, it can mask it, it can hide it. It can show you the world you know in a way that makes you realise you've never looked at it, not looked at it.
Perfection is a polished collection of errors.
Perfection is static, and I am in full progress.
Mislaid flame of tender emotions
Rekindled.
Together we live to the point of tears,
I wouldn't want it any other way.
It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.
A love as intense as the one we shared, one that had not dimmed through years of betrayal but had only grown, was terrifying. We had the power to destroy, to devastate and ruin, to lay the other to waste.
It's a thingy! A fiendish thingy!
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure:
No fears to beat away - no strife to heal,
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.
Love is infinite flames of light.
Such is true joy's absolute certainty,
Its slow lit fuse that burns holes
In the shabby shroud of death forever.
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
For fractured souls are like magnets.
Drawn to collide into an impossible bliss.....
Her smile was a supernova: blazing, beautiful, short-lived.
Perfection is no more a requisite to art than to heroes. Frigidaires are perfect. Beauty limps. My frigidaire has had to be replaced.
Soon now, the faint tinkling of a broken filament will become another sound of another century.
On a surface level, all one finds is repeated forms of shallow whispers. Having the courage to explore deeply, a wealth of buried infinite lifetimes emerge - an undeniable force.
Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels ...
Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.
Perfect grammar
persistent, continuous, sustained
is the fourth dimension, so to speak: many have sought it, but none has found it.
Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.
more perfect than the moon
A timeless energy encircles the world, drawing humanity into its grasp, eternally swirling, pulling souls together, tearing them apart in the eternal struggle of love, life and loss...
What is everlasting? We are fireworks. Glowing bright and fading, we scatter sparks that soon die out.
As three unwavering bands of light, we were simple and separate and beautiful. As
machines, we were flabby bags of ancient plumbing and wiring, of rusty hinges and
feeble springs.
The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.
How infinite was love, twining in and out of hope and memory like a braid with three strong strands, so much the Bright Tower of every human's life and soul.
Energy is an eternal delight.
The occasional alarming flash of Aral's doubts, like vivid filaments of lava seen through a surface one had thought safe stone.
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow ... The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Avoid the ecstatic adjectives that occupy such disproportionate space in every critic's quiver - words like "enthralling" and "luminous."
This is a collection of dexterous, loving, beautifully optimistic work that left me breathless and delighted ... Hannu Rajaniemi's magnificent science fiction - as is paradoxically appropriate - is pure magic.
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
Futurists get to a certain age and, as one does, they suddenly recognize their own mortality.
The scariest part of forever is that nothing is.
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming sea coast fog.
Understand the flaws and you will know the perfection of the Universe.
Perfection's stuck.
Gods curse it, Kel, you heard what he said!"
"I heard a fart," Kel said grimly. You know where those come from. Let it go." -Faleron and Kel
A monstrous, grisly light poured in on them. - a hideous light - a boiling, pestilential light - a light that would have disfigured hell. The
You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn's spinning pulsars ...
A brief life burns brightly.
To burn always with this hard gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.
Like in a dream, everything seemed to be on the point of vanishing but at the same time ablaze with persistent reality.
I've been asked to say a couple of words about my husband, Fang. How about short and cheap?
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
I feel naturally florid when I look up again. I look like a flourish. I look the way the word galore feels. I feel uncultivated beautiful, like pure, organic allure.
Love is non-flammable soul.
Ultraviolet Remarkey-able,I think I love you.
Thousand points of light.
Though fervent was our vow,
Though ruddily ran our pleasure,
Bliss has fulfilled its measure,
And sees its sentence now.
Ache deep; but make no moans:
Smile out; but stilly suffer:
The paths of love are rougher
Than thoroughfares of stones.
Twin flames burn eternal. Destine to shine bright in a united embrace that is set to last for an eternity.
They who look but little into futurity, have, perhaps, the quickest sensation of the present.
f fear is too strong, the genius is suppressed
the future, Hugues
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
The essence of the ludicrous consists in surprise,
in unexpected terms of feeling and explosions of thought,
often bringing dissimilar things together with a shock; as when some wit called Boyle, the celebrated philosopher, the father of chemistry and brother of the Earl of Cork.
My existence was as unstable as a stream, changing in every way; but the moth was like a piece of stone, changing not at all.