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I have been devoured all my life by an incurable and burning impatience: and to this day find all oratory, biography, operas, films, plays, books, and persons, too long.
Life never stops. The torment of men will be eternal, unless the function of creating and acting and changing, living intensely through each day, be considered an eternal joy.
If a thing can't go on forever, it will eventually stop.
Again minute followed minute and hour followed hour. Everything remained the same and there was no cessation. And the inevitable end of it all became more and more terrible. "Yes,
A finite infinity,
The monotony stirs many bitter recollections
If something cannot go on forever, it will stop.
Until the very endEnd-- J.k. Rowling
I am irrevocably committed to being permanently indecisive.
The most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time-the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.
Is forever longer than always?
Minds which never rest are subject to many digressions.
You could not stop the winds and you could not stop Time. It went on and on,-and on.
And endless are the modes of speech, and far
Extends from side to side the field of words.
I want to always keep going. I don't want to ever stop.
Brief is the sorrow - endless is the joy!
Only silence was acceptable in its potential to be endless.
The distinct feature of everything extant is its monotony.
Every second is eternal
A pause; it endured horribly.
Lets make this last forever
Forever is not nearly long enough,
Forever is a question you start asking when you look at the ceiling. It becomes a word you hear in the same way that people who associate sound with color might hear a flat sky-blue. The open sky through which forgotten satellites travel. Forever.
Even things which seem separate and finished are infinitely connected and will infinitely connect. This connection happens as soon as you let it, as soon as you engage - as soon as you even attempt to engage.
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.
I will go on until the end
Things that can't go on forever ... don't.
Forever and a day.
This lasted longer than I could describe even if I wrote pages and pages about it.
And then there is, of course, always, and inevitably, this spume of poetry that's just blowing out of the sulphurous flue-holes of the earth. Just masses of poetry. It's unstoppable, it's uncorkable. There's no way to make it end.
We may talk for a lifetime without doing more than indefinitely repeat the vacuity of a minute.
Nothing is everlasting, everything is transforming like a wave in the ocean.
My accomplishments are endless.
It is hard to be finite upon an infinite subject, and all subjects are infinite.
It is like having a book out from the library.
It is like constantly having a book out from the library.
Everything ends; there is no endless anything, except in dreams.
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
Life is continuous. Life never stops. We come to the really great questions and before we can answer them, life has moved on to something else.
I feel infinite.
Forever, just the word fills Beverly with an unaccountable, schoolmarmish sort of rage. Forever, that's got to be bad math, right? Such terrifying math.
Nothing goes on forever; if one could only remember that.
Infinite are the paths and infinite the opinions.
Of all human activities, only labor, and neither action nor work, is unending, progressing automatically in accordance with life itself and outside the range of willful decisions or humanly meaningful purposes.
You can't go on running forever ... " "And you can't go on ... " Alfie desperately searched for the right word, " ... mopedding* forever!
In my life, I had known suffering, oppression, anxiety; I had never known boredom. I could see no objection to the endless, imbecile repetition of sameness.
We didn't function in half ways and maybes. We were always. We were constant.
We were endless.
They were infinite.
My heart ached inside me, torn between wanting to stop and wishing the would go on forever
Life is endless, not punctuated by nights, days, months and years - for all are one, in the eternal stream ...
Continuous eloquence is tedious.
I had the endless day, months and months of endless days, and yet my return date bounded this sense of boundlessness, kept it from becoming threatening.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
Is there anything more terrible than perpetual motion, than doing and doing and doing, without a reason, without a consciousness, without a change, without an end?
Forever's just a word.
The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.
Their talk was endless, compulsive, and indulgent, sometimes sounding like the remains of the English language after having been hashed over by nuclear war survivors for a few hundred years.
A discontinuity, like a vacuum, is abhorred by nature.
Monotony reveals our limitations.
Our deepest mature conviction is that finite and infinite interpenetrate, as time and eternity interpenetrate, and our problems must be solved in the light of that conviction.
She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like a lighthouse marking some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable
this interminable life.
Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!
There is no end to our story.
insisted, "until the point is inarguable.
Science rejects the indeterminate.
The termination; final chapter of endless road.
It was one long, anxious, inexorable, eternal vigil.
This exquisite, tremendous, and endlessly confounding life
True Silence is really endless speech.
There are no endings.
Unpredictability, too, can become monotonous.
THE MADNESS NEVER STOPS
His sterility was infinite: it partook of ecstasy.
Life keeps being a beautiful and frustrating experience.
Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say infinitely when you mean very; otherwise you'll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending that always seems about to give in something that will not acknowledge conclusion insists that we forever begin.
Not finishing is incrediable... it's open end!?
Stuckness. That's what I want to talk about today. Back
Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.
Forever as it turns out, is a very long time.
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.
They were infinite.
They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.
Everything becomes and recurs eternally - escape is impossible!
Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining ...
Day is its own infinity, every hour, its own eternity, every minute, its own forever. I
The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity.
There must be some limit to the thing. It cannot go on to infinity.
One always goes on as one begins ...
Nothing is so exhausting as indecision, and nothing is so futile.
Wondering, and of my wonder finding no end.
Miscommunication is endless.
The inebriation of verse is eternal.
Forever was never as long as you thought it was.
Nothing goes on forever. If it did, there wouldn't be anything else, would there?
Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop
Will the words end, I ask
whenever I remember to.
Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now,
and promising me
infinity.
What is everlasting? We are fireworks. Glowing bright and fading, we scatter sparks that soon die out.
The world is continuously discontinuous. It is continuous for intuition and thinking; discontinuous for reason and observation. The human senses break it down but the unconvinced mind unites it.
The Infinite is only a manner of speaking.
I don't know what lies ahead, but I want to keep going forever ...
Even infinity has its limits.