Yehuda Amichai Quotes

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.

Some things are beyond human understanding.

The world is not always ours to understand.

Nothing important is completely explicable.

How can the unknown merit reverence? In other words how can you revere that of which you are ignorant? At the same time, it would be ridiculous to propose that what we know merits reverence. What we know merits any one of a number of things, but it stands to reason reverence isn't one of them. In other words, apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

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

What I'm dealing with is so vast and great that it can't be called the truth. It's above the truth.

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

Science has explained nothing; the more we know the more fantastic the world becomes and the profounder the surrounding darkness.

Just because we don't understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't exist.

The answer is there is no answer.

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.

I can tell you for me it goes on forever. There are some things you can't ever find out. You can't find out in one life either.

It is beyond my apprehension.

Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

Heaven is beyond our imagination . . . . At our most creative moment, at our deepest thought, at our highest level, we still cannot fathom eternity.

Some things were beyond understanding.

There are some things that defy explanation- kind of like. . . you know, you.

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.

The meaning of the universe lies outside the universe.

When something exceeds your ability to understand how it works, it sort of becomes magical.

It's as simple as something that nobody knows.

The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponsored by any creed.

There are no explanations, there are no answers.

Obscurity is the realm of error.