Quotes About Limitations

Our ability to solve problem is limited by our conception of what is feasible.

Aren't we all in varying degrees, captives in our own personal prisons, bound by our limiting habits?

As the gods are everywhere and nowhere at the same time, they can interact on many levels. This information is critical. As humans, we tend to place limitations on people, places, and things. Deities, in many respects, are not bound by laws of limitation and lack. That would be like comparing an ant to a human being.

Ch?opak nawet przystojny, tylko czo?o mia? troch? za niskie. Ale ostatecznie czo?o to nie Pa?ac Kultury, mo?e by? i niskie, w pracy umys?owej to nie przeszkadza.

The only thing you can do is to stop attaching importance to your own ways of thinking and feeling, your thought patterns, your emotions, and your opinions. Don't attach any importance to them. Then your limitations will become weaker and weaker and one day collapse.

It does not matter how large a boundary we set, the moment you become conscious of it, the longing to break it is instinctive.

All of the "material-versus-spiritual" struggles of humanity spring from this ignorance. When you say "spirituality," you are talking about a dimension beyond the physical. The human desire to transcend the limitations of the physical is a completely natural one. To journey from the boundary-based individual body to the boundless source of creation—this is the very basis of the spiritual process.

A vast number of people live in states of constant anxiety and depression. Some are suffering their failure, but ironically, many are suffering the consequences of their success. Some are suffering their limitations, but many are suffering their freedom.

The walls of self-preservation that you build for today are the walls of self-imprisonment for tomorrow.

It doesn't bother you that you weigh only x or y pounds and not three hundred. Why should it bother you that you have only x or y years to live and not more? You accept the limits placed on your body. Accept those placed on your time.

He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he's been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.

In theory I can do almost anything; certainly I have been told how. In practice I do as little as possible. I pretend to myself that I would be quite happy in a hermit's cave, living on gruel, if someone else would make the gruel. Gruel, like so many other things, is beyond me.

I made choices, and then, having made them, I had fewer choices.

Looking back on his life, he sees himself spread out on the earth like a giant covered in tiny threads that have held him down. Tiny threads of petty cares and small concerns, and fears he took seriously at the time. Debts, timetables, the need for money, the longing for comfort; the earworm of sex, repeating itself over and over like a neural feedback loop. He's been the puppet of his own constricted desires.

The human moral keyboard is limited, Adam One used to say: there's nothing you can play on it that hasn't been played before. And, my dear Friends, I am sorry to say this, but it has its lower notes.

Such regrets are of no practical use. I made choices, and then, having made them, I had fewer choices.

It's strange to remember how we used to think, as if everything were available to us, as if there were no contingencies, no boundaries; as if we were free to shape and reshape forever the everexpanding perimeters of our lives. I was like that too, I did that too.

one of them had been limited to nouns, verbs, and roaring.

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all of those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave to the paper-mines for all time.

I did not realize the dreadful facts of life. I did not know that a pattern forms before we are aware of it, and that what we think we make becomes a rigid prison making us.

Humans do not have enough mental capacity to do all the things that we think we can do. As attentional load increases, attentional capacity gradually diminishes.

Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.

I think technology really increased human ability, but technology cannot produce compassion.

Electronic calculators can solve problems which the man who made them cannot solve; but no government-subsidized commission of engineers and physicists could create a worm.