Quotes About Threshold

There's always a fine line that divides hostility from neutrality, and I don't want to pass that line.

it taught me, that when a woman lets herself love, she loses. it taught me that to survive, you rely on yourself first and last. -adrianne It should have also taught you that sometimes love has no threshold. -philip

Shelby knew, and could be another gateway.

You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.

Je?li raz przekroczysz jak?? granic?, ju? zawsze b?dziesz j? przekracza?.

Well, here he was. They could save each other, the way the poets promised lovers should. He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her - oh yes - until her pleasure reached that threshold that, like all thresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished. Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home.

Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she'd not noticed it until now.

Dreams are doorways...If we but have the courage to step over the threshold.

I thought I'd gone to the limits,' Frank explains. 'I hadn't. The Cenobites gave me an experience beyond limits. Pain and pleasure, indivisible....Some things have to be endured. Take it from me. And that's what makes the pleasures so sweet.

The true Wonderland was not like that, he knew. It was as much shadow as sunlight, and its mysteries could only be unveiled when your wits were about used up and your mind close to cracking.

He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her -oh yes- until her pleasure reached that thereshold that, like all theresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished.

His eyelids closed—buckled, really—the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting.

For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, pinging pebbles at an empty can.

Amikor korábbi önmagunkra emlékezünk, mindig ott van az a hosszú árnyékot vetÅ' kis figura, amely mint egy bizonytalan, megkésett vendég áll meg a megvilágított küszöbön egy kifogástalanul sz?külÅ' folyosó túlsó végén.

Every limit presupposes something beyond it.

Beyond this Door, Heaven waits.

upon opening the door. Half of the small

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

The English language has such terms as: dawn, dusk, first light, daybreak, twilight, crepuscule and evenfall. Yet, not one of these terms outlines an absolute demarcation point between dark and light.

At first, you must be willing to enter a state of liminality. In other words, you must be willing to enter a state in which you stand on the threshold and are no longer grasping the worldviews and sense of yourself that you held in the past, nor yet completely ready to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. You stand on the threshold, the doorsill, neither in one world nor another. This can be a frightening place to be.

While psychologists will say that it is fear of rejection that stands between humanity and freedom, or deeper still, a public humiliation, the author believes that at the threshold to freedom, human beings (for some unknown reason - perhaps because of a collective trauma from the ancient past) imagine they will confront total annihilation. Nevertheless, maybe this is a good thing, for NO-THING stands between you and freedom.

The closet implies a literal, physical boundary dividing one's life before publicly declaring queerness, and after. It's a threshold impossible to recross, two distinct places to live: in the darkness, or in the light of one's self-truth. It doesn't promise stepping into the light will be easy, but it does imply a fundamentally altered human experience.