Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

To him it is an ocean, unfathomable, and without a shore.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.

All things are infinite both in number and in smallness; for the small also is infinite. And when they are all together, the parts are not clear and distinct because of their smallness

Something is infinite if, taking it quantity by quantity, we can always take something outside.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

Infinity is a fathomless gulf, into which all things vanish.

I can't help it, the idea of the infinite torments me.

We can conceive of eternity because we cannot conceive of a cessation of time. We can conceive of infinite space because we cannot conceive of so much matter that our imagination will not stand upon the farthest star and see infinite space beyond.

No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man; no other idea has so fruitfully stimulated his intellect; yet no other concept stands in greater need of clarification than that of the infinite.

If any philosopher had been asked for a definition of infinity, he might have produced some unintelligible rigmarole, but he would certainly not have been able to give a definition that had any meaning at all.

Space is to place as eternity is to time.

The vastness of Russia devours us.

Look at the sky; remind yourself of the cosmos. Seek vastness at every opportunity in order to see the smallness of yourself.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

You are the sky. Everything else - it’s just the weather.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.

The unknown is not measurable by the known. Time cannot measure the timeless, the eternal, that immensity which has no beginning and no end... when we try to measure something which is not measurable, we only get caught in words.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

It is the infinite alone that cannot be attained, for if it could it would become finite.

eternity is a depth which no geometry can measure, no arithmetic calculate, no imagination conceive, no rhetoric describe.

Infinity? It attracts us like a floodlight in the night.

Let the sky and God be our limit and Eternity our measurement.

Eternity.—Thy name Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being, Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st All sense, all reasoning,—thou, who never wast Less than thyself, and who still art thyself Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken Equals thy present store—No line can reach To thy unfathomed depths. The reasoning sage Who can dissect a sunbeam, count the stars, And measure distant worlds, is here a child, And, humbled, drops his calculating pen.