Quotes About Boundless

I remembered when he'd explained the concept of infinity to me. Immeasurable, one moment stretching out to the next.

he gave me the moon andthe stars. infinity.

the moon and stars, infinity

I like that the art world isn't regulated.

Die Angst am Tage ist vernünftig; die Angst der Nacht ist ohne Grenzen.

Wenn der Frühling kam, selbst der trügerische Frühling, gab es keine Probleme außer dem, wo man am glücklichsten sein würde. Das einzige, was einen Tag verderben konnte, waren Menschen, und wenn man vermeiden konnte, Verabredungen zu treffen, so war jeder Tag ohne Grenzen. Menschen waren immer die Begrenzer des Glücks, bis auf die sehr wenigen, die so gut waren wie der Frühling selbst.

En esta guerra se hacen muchas tonterías —dijo Agustín—. En esta guerra la idiotez no tiene límites.

Only myths and fables do not know the limits of possibility.

There are no categories in contemporary art. There are no rules. Artists are given the freedom to make and create whatever they please and call it whatever they please. I identify with that system, or lack of system, much more than I do the landscape of contemporary publishing.

The birds never needed passports... We always thought, the birds can go wherever they want, and we couldn't, really. The birds were very much the symbol of... free movement for me.

My range is from wherever the coaches won't have a heart attack.

For me, in my mind personally and privately, there are no limits to comedy.

I never wanted to be called a fan, and that's no disrespect to any artist who calls them fans, but I never wanted a boundary in between the people listening to my music and me - for them to feel like I'm doing something that they can't do.

Como el océano, el desierto o los glaciares, tampoco las tapias del cementerio ponen límites a mi existencia puramente imaginaria.

Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought, at least, you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and depth; that there are no walls nor fences, nor prohibited places, nor sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought...

A book unwritten is a delightful universe of infinite possibilities. Set down one word, however, and it immediately becomes earthbound. Set down one sentence and it's halfway to being just like every other bloody book that's ever been written.

In the end, there is no end.

Can life be counted upon to limit itself? No. It is the mindless striving of two to become infinity. Can death be counted upon to limit itself? Never. It is the equally mindless effort of zero to encompass infinity.

positing infinity, the rest is easy

Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions

The source of the infinity is easy to describe.

A spiritual person is vast, like an ocean - but very mighty, very powerful.

There are no edges to my loving now.

What is love? From the spiritual and inner point of view, love is self-expansion. Human love binds and is bound. Divine Love expands, enlarges itself.