Quotes About Boundlessness

it was not hard to write the equations for an infinity of such parallel worlds. By logical necessity the laws of nature would vary from one to another. Therefore, somewhere in the boundlessness of reality, anything you can imagine must actually exist! Holger

For me, fiction's great gift - to writer and reader, alike - is freedom.

We are all caught in the stream of a complicated legacy - a proof of the limits of human reason, a proof of our boundlessness. A declaration that were were down here on this crowded, lonely planet, a declaration that we mattered, we living clumps of ash, that each of us was once somebody, that we strove for what we could never have, that we could admit as much. That was us - funny and lousy and great all at once.

The world was his divan. There was such a freedom in it.

I really don't care what you do, but maybe it'll keep you busy enough that you'll stop coming over here unannunced and throwing yourself at creatures of darkness.

You only are free when you realize you belong no place - you belong every place - no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.

Erotic intimacy invites us into a state of unboundedness where we experience a sweet freedom. We get a temporary break from ourselves—the legacies of our childhood, the habits of our relationship, and the constraints of our respective cultures.

This concern which interests us more than anything else: the blurring of the distinction between art and life.

The two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us

I've had to learn how to say no to things, and have people around me that don't push me too hard, because I'll go until I just crash. I don't have a stop button.

The world of grass was never meant to be shortened to a carpet so that the outdoors is like one big wall-to-wall room.

I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.

I cannot withdraw into myself. I exist, outside myself and everywhere in the world. There is not an inch of my path which does not encroach on the path of another: there is no way of being that can prevent me from overflowing myself at every moment. This life that I weave with my own substance, it offers other men a thousand unknown faces, it crosses impetuously their fate.

God is a sphere whose center Is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere. It is not

I had the endless day, months and months of endless days, and yet my return date bounded this sense of boundlessness, kept it from becoming threatening.

We can't find any definitive beginning or end to … anything really.

Where there's love there's no limit; where there's a limit, there's no love.

A circle that has many centers but no circumference

Until you allow yourself to blossom into a state of boundlessness, you should not be content, you must burn with discontent.

And although our bodies are bounded with skin, and we can differentiate between outside and inside, they cannot exist except in a certain kind of natural environment.

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.

For true love is always free, and obligation cannot exist in the space of love.

No man's body is as strong as his appetites, but Heaven has corrected the boundlessness of his voluptuous desires by stinting his strength and contracting his capacities.

You are in no man's land. Which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, but remains forever, icy and silent.