Quotes About Boundary

I am not certain but the partition which separates madness from genius is much thinner than most of us suspect.

It was one of those nights when the air is blood-temperature and it's impossible to tell where you leave off and it begins.

The line between failure and success is so fine. . . that we are often on the line and do not know it.

The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.

My range is limited.

In high school, I was sort of friends with the geeks and friends with the socials and everything else and not solidly in one camp. I've always lived on the borders.

I've spent my whole literary career blurring boundaries between genres and categories.

An island is a fixed and finite piece of geography, and usually the whole place has been carved up and claimed.

When 'Dum Maro Dum' came my way, I took it up without thinking that I was crossing any boundary. It was a good film, and I wanted to do it.

Kahlo's own words convinced even a most critical scholar that, in the case of Kahlo, the boundary between art and life was either fluid or non-existent:

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

There is a very thin line dividing characterisation from impersonation. I've to make sure I don't cross over into mimicry.

There is only a very thin line which separates a genius from the eccentric.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Or it can be as subtle as to stop what you are doing and– without fear– turn your full attention to someone approaching and say, "That's close enough. What can I do for you?" Another is while maintaining the boundary pretend you don't know the answer to the question or have what he asks for.[26] This derails the typical robbery script.

We have begun to slam doors, and to throw things. I throw my purse, an ashtray, a package of chocolate chips, which breaks on impact. We are picking up chocolate chips for days. Jon throws a glass of milk, the milk, not the glass: he knows his own strength, as I do not. He throws a box of Cheerios, unopened. The things I throw miss, although they are worse things. The things he throws hit, but are harmless. I begin to see how the line is crossed, between histrionics and murder.

Yes, they know her. They touch her lips, gather her words, fly away with the message, disappear into the dark. Pass through the membrane that separates this world from the unseen world that lies just underneath it.

But when you cross over the border, it is like passing through air, you wouldn't know you'd done it; as the trees on both sides of it are the same.

The digital world has been in a separate orbit from our medical cocoon, and it's time the boundaries be taken down.

We all like to congregate at boundary conditions. Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where bodies meet mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other.

You have to keep on the very edge of something, all the time, or the picture dies.

I have always felt that the action most worth watching is not at the center of things but where edges meet. I like shorelines, weather fronts, international borders. There are interesting frictions and incongruities in these places, and often, if you stand at the point of tangency, you can see both sides better than if you were in the middle of either one. This is especially true, I think, when the apposition is cultural.

I have always felt that the action most worth watching is not at the center of things but where edges meet.

If it is someone else's problem, you probably don't have the solution.