Quotes About Threshold

There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.

That spot on the road was the place where he had ceased to be a boy.

The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")

I completely believe in the lean startup and minimum viable product; I just I think that people are setting the threshold for minimum viable too low.

If you push people beyond the threshold, you make them slaves of the moment. Tomorrow is a luxury.

We would like to gently expand the technique of intuition because it admits change that remains sincere to experience without depending on the past. Intuition reveals the negative space of habit, carving an urgent threshold from the commonplace.

Without sorrow, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

Without sorry, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

The Carpenters had a threshold more solid and extensive than the Great Wall of China. I would not be in the least bit surprised if you could see it from space.

The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

There are things known and things unknown, and in between are the doors...

it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.

it. I was venturing into a wilderness many had explored before me, crossing the threshold separating those who had killed from those who had not.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Death is nothing more than a doorway, something you walk through.

Death is only a grim porter to let us into a stately palace.

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

Isn't death the boundary we need?

Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall.

Strange, how in some way one always has the impression of being fortunate, how some chance happening, perhaps infinitesimal, stops us crossing the threshold of despair and allows us to live.

She realized then that madness and sanity were two worlds separated from each other by no more than a single step.

hesitates only a moment before opening the door.