Quotes About Bound

Was bounded by the sea alone. Their holy works have won them praise

My self is at one remove Because it has gone to you Who will not display The sense of me another, Being bound in yourself By my forlorn desire. And yet I would not not love If I could choose not to; For I require to play By hazarding myself To you, my self, the other Whom I always desire. — Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from "Canzon, for British Rail Services," Collected Poems and Translations (Allardyce Barnett, 1990),

People are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound."—As A Man Thinketh

The sea seems bound to the deep abyss, crucified, staring at the high heavens, about to escape, violent, bellowing, nailed to its black bed.

Even with tortured minds and broken spirits, even bound to the Surface, they ached for God's presence. It would be like being drawn back into the womb. It would be rest. It was the only real redemption there was.

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.

Thus, though Christians are in no way bound by the Jewish ceremonial or civil laws (because they were all in some way preparatory for Christ), we are still under the Ten Commandments in one way, though not in two other ways.

Random, and yet rooted in the moment in which he lived, in which his life was bound up with all other lives and particles in the universe.

This bowl of milk, the pitch on yonder jar, are strange and far-bound travelers come from far.

I could have constructed a timetable of their comings and goings, their daily habits and activities.... The chain of little habits that were their lives unreeled themselves. They were all bound in them tighter than the tightest straitjacket any jailer ever devised, though they all thought themselves free.... The first link, of the so-strong chain of habits, of custom, that binds us all, had snapped wide open.

as different as earth and sky but bound by some mysterious connection

Rather, we are who God says we are: his children. We are forgivable. We are changeable. We are capable. We are moldable. And we are bound by the limitless love of God.

Seriously. Dados bounce." Bobby in Raven Rise

Theirs had been a complex relationship, two people who had been bound by disappointments and resentments the way others were bound by love. Helen

He saw that her hands were reddened from the days of nursing him, and a flush warmed his face. The feeling was not one of embarrassment—he had no shame when it came to matters of nakedness and physical intimacy. Rather, it was the sense that she had claimed a part of him that he couldn't retrieve…he felt bound to her.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

Revolution can never be forecast; it cannot be foretold; it comes of itself. Revolution is brewing and is bound to flare up.

He knew as well as I did that you cannot release a girl from her promise to love a man. She either gets herself free or she is bound for life.

For a moment I did not even see the king, I saw only the two of us, bound to be each other's grief

Yet illness had taught her already that the body was bound by no rules but its own.

The encounter unfolded as though the deer moved in different universes from ours, as if we were briefly visible to each other through some window between our realities. Having no substance in each other's realm, the SUV slid through the herd, and the frightened herd bounded past the SUV, and we didn't collide with any of them, although we must have missed more than one by a fraction of an inch.

But no lie, regardless of how well intended, could deceive in telepathic communication, because the truth of the sender's motives was inextricably bound up in the emotions that were transmitted with the words.

Is there some meaning to this life? What purpose lies behind the strife? Whence do we come, where are we bound? These cold questions echo and resound Through each day, each lonely night. We long to find the splendid light That will cast a revelatory beam Upon the meaning of the human dream. – The Book of Counted Sorrows