Quotes About Breaking point

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

John estaba comenzando a entender que las emociones del corazón eran como los tendones del cuerpo. Podías estirarlos y estirarlos, y sentir el dolor del esfuerzo... y hasta cierto punto, la articulación seguía funcionando y la extremidad se podía flexionar, podía soportar peso y seguir siendo útil después de que pasaba la tensión. Hasta que se rompía.

She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.

You can only wrestle with something for just so long. Then you have to break in one direction or another. Just to end the wrestling. Something has to give.

Once you throw down that gauntlet of ultimatum, the "one more thing" will happen. Nat figured it probably wouldn't even matter much what it was. It would be the straw that broke her. And it had been defined. Prepared for. So it would happen. It was only a matter of time.

A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.

Approach me again, you — you — you Heep of infamy," gasped Mr. Micawber, " and if your head is human, I'll break it.

You string people along long enough, the string withers, then it breaks - Seamus

To resolve the climate crisis, good will, statements of intent are not enough. We are at breaking point.

Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe 'Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break

The strain of constant adaptation to so many fearful events and discoveries is already too much to bear with sanity; one has to keep pretending to slip successfully into the new mould; a time will come when the tailored and camouflaged mind breaks beneath the burden; the stick insect in our brains no longer cares to resemble a twig on the same habitual human tree in the mere hope that it may survive extinction.

There would seem to be a limit, even for an art preoccupied with boundaries and transgressions, beyond which a work reaches its breaking point and becomes an actual failure, a mere experimentation.

And in that instant was born the terrible awareness that life eventually broke every man, but in different ways and at different times.

Like most people, I cook about a dozen dishes, over and over again, and to stretch the menu has meant stretching my competence to breaking point.

All my life, I struggled to stretch my mind to the breaking point, until it began to creak, in order to create a great thought which might be able to give a new meaning to life, a new meaning to death, and to console mankind.

'Breaking Bad' - I've heard that question phrased in many directions, and it always means the same thing. It's when someone can't... when a decent person can't take it any more. They just kind of turn and go in the opposite direction.

I pray for God to crush me, break me up into little pieces and start all over again.

But at what price? What would she have to block out, just to go from one day to the next? You'll never understand the choice I've had to make. Either way, her life is over. Living like that; or prison. It's the end. Either one will break her.

A marriage at the breaking point required a lot of untangling between two people. A lot of talking.

I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.

And Odin should have known from the first that perfect Order does not bend; it simply stands until it breaks, which is why it rarely survives for any meaningful length of time.

It is incredible what you can accomplish when you push your own limit to what you think is your breaking point but in reality that so called breaking point is just a fragment of your imagination

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

How much violence, Marshal, do you think a man can carry before it breaks him?