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Infinite Quotes - Page 7

The optimist lives on the peninsula of infinite possibilities; the pessimist is stranded on the island of perpetual indecision.

The optimist lives on the peninsula of infinite possibilities; the pessimist is stranded on the island of perpetual indecision.

William Arthur Ward (1968). “Thoughts of a Christian Optimist: The Words of William Arthur Ward”

The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.

Gail Godwin, Shannon Ravenel (1985). “The Best American short stories, 1985”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Your greatest awakening comes, when you are aware about your infinite nature.

"Meditation: Insights and Inspiration". Book by Amit Ray, July 4, 2010.

FAITH is the only agency through which the cosmic force of Infinite Intelligence can be harnessed and used by man.

Napoleon Hill (2015). “Think and grow rich: Brazilian edition”, p.46, CDG Edições e Publicações LTDA

The severity of the law of God is the necessary sequence of his infinite love.

G. Campbell Morgan (1998). “The Ten Commandments”, p.12, Wipf and Stock Publishers

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Matthew J. Bruccoli (1991). “F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby”, p.5, Cambridge University Press

In Christ was united the human and the divine. His mission was to reconcile God to man, and man to God; to unite the finite with the infinite.

Ellen G. White (2013). “Ellen G. White Review and Herald Articles - Book I of IV”, p.370, Lulu Press, Inc

If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it.

Vincent van Gogh, Vincent Willem Gogh (1927). “The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh to His Brother, 1872-1886: With a Memoir by His Sister-in-law, J. Van Gogh-Bonger ...”

The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.

Viktor E. Frankl (2015). “Man's Search For Meaning, Gift Edition”, p.35, Beacon Press

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.25, Macmillan