William Godwin Quotes

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

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

I love the sea because it is boundless.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

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.

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

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.

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.

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

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

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

The infinite! No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man.

Religion is absolutely unfathomable. Always and everywhere one can dig more deeply into infinities.

Infinity is a way to describe the incomprehensible to the human mind. In a way, it notates a mystery. That kind of mystery exists in relationships. A lifetime is not enough to know someone else. It provides a brief glimpse.

I'm an ocean, because I'm really deep. If you search deep enough you can find rare exotic treasures.

The vastness of Russia devours us.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

Out yonder there was this huge world...which stands before us like a great eternal riddle.

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.

the sea is a place of mystery. One by one, the mysteries of yesterday have been solved. But the solution seems always to bring with it another, perhaps a deeper mystery. I doubt that the last, final mysteries of the sea will ever be resolved. In fact, I cherish a very unscientific hope that they will not be.

Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

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

Under every deep a lower deep opens.

...What is more like love than the ocean? You can play in it, drown in it...it can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes, or covered in fog, hidden behind a curve of roads and then suddenly there in full glory. It's waves come like breaths, in and out, body stretched to forever in it's possibilities, and yet it's heart lies deep, not fully knowable, inconceivably majestic.

Love is too large, too deep ever to be truly understood or measured or limited within the framework of words.