Category Archives: INFINITE

He that has satisfied his thirst turns his back on the well. Baltasar Gracian

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this tiny crack

in our lives

wind and rain strewn

stranded on the limen

that space between

water and sky

rain and sun

cold and heat

where we could

be on both sides of time

span beingness

like the unfinished arc

of a bridge

is closing

Susan Hawthorne

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/10/09/limen/

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It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death. Anaxandrides.

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A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

― Albert Einstein

For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost.”

― Charles Perrault

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But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

William Shakespeare

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things; knows not the livid loneliness of fear.”

-Amelia Earhart

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“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

To avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.

― Guy de Maupassant

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“Man’s unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.”

― Thomas Carlyle