Quotes About Boundaries

The limits of my language are the limits of my universe

We here touch one instance of Wittgenstein's fundamental thesis, that it is impossible to say anything about the world as a whole, and that whatever can be said has to be about bounded portions of the world.

Gränserna för mitt språk innebär gränserna för min värld.

the tendency of all men who ever tried to write or talk Ethics or Religion was to run against the boundaries of language. This running against the walls of our cage is perfectly, absolutely hopeless.

The limits of my language are the limits of my world.

Toda mi tendencia, y creo que la tendencia de todos los humanos que han tratado alguna vez de hablar o escribir sobre ética y religión, llevaba a estrellarnos contra los límites del lenguaje. Esta carrera contra los muros de nuestra jaula es algo perfecta y absolutamente sin esperanza.

The limits of your world are the limits of your language

You touch, I kill.

Dante was young enough to be her son . . . maybe even her grandson. She had no business responding to him at all.

Life was too damned short to constantly push your own desires down and always do what others wanted. On

No, it's not wrong to need people. But some of our biggest disappointments in life are the result of expectations we have of others that they can't ever possibly meet.

We must not confuse the command to love with the disease to please.

Whenever you say yes to something, there is less of you for something else. Make sure your yes is worth the less.

Moreover, the genuine lover always respects and even encourages this separateness and the unique individuality of the beloved. Failure to perceive and respect this separateness is extremely common, however, and the cause of much mental illness and unnecessary suffering.

And then I realized that Mrs. X. was actually not able to distinguish between Susan and herself. What she felt, Susan must feel. She was using Susan as a vehicle to express her own needs. She was not doing this consciously or maliciously; on an emotional level she could not, in fact, perceive Susan as having an identity separate from her own.

Or even when we determine that people are truly intending to encroach on us, we may realize that, for one reason or another, it is not in our best interests to respond to that imposition with anger.

The reason for this is that the problem of distinguishing what we are and what we are not responsible for in this life is one of the greatest problems of human existence.

My feelings of love may be unbounded, but my capacity to be loving is limited. I therefore must choose the person on whom to focus my capacity to love, toward whom to direct my will to love.

a major characteristic of genuine love is that the distinction between oneself and the other is always maintained and preserved. The genuine lover always perceives the beloved as someone who has a totally separate identity. Moreover, the genuine lover always respects and even encourages this separateness and the unique individuality of the beloved. Failure to perceive and respect this separateness is extremely common, however, and the cause of much mental illness and unnecessary suffering.

Falling in love is not an extension of one's limits or boundaries; it is a partial and temporary collapse of them.

What transpires then in the course of many years of loving, of extending out limits for our cathexes, is a gradual but progressive enlargement of the self, an incorporation within of the world without, and a growth, a stretching and a thinning of out ego boundaries.

Failure to perceive and respect this separateness is extremely common, however, and the cause of much mental illness and unnecessary suffering.

I want to be able to hump people's legs and have them do nothing about it.

What I must learn is to love with all of me, giving all of me, and yet remain whole in myself. Any other kind of love is too demanding of the other; it takes, rather than gives. To love so completely that you lose yourself in another person is not good. You are giving a weight, not the sense of lightness and light that loving someone should give.