Quotes About Boundary

Superstition? Who can define the boundary line between the superstition of yesterday and the scientific fact of tomorrow?

I've always been fascinated by the difference between the jokes you can tell your friends but you can't tell to an audience. There's a fine line you have to tread because you don't know who is out there in the auditorium. A lot of people are too easily offended.

Life is a concept, like the "universe", that expands as soon as we reach what we think is its edge.

My love flew over the boundary of time with incredible beauty and notorious rhyme.

I think you always have to find where the boundary is in relation to the context in order to be able to kind of articulate how you want the space to interact with the viewer.

Ma'am, when I got up this morning, I didn't want to be jackass. You just pushed my jackass button.

My dog Jake ran up to Dolly Parton, and he put his nose up her skirt. We were like, 'Oh my God, don't do that.' I didn't know Dolly, and she said, 'Watch out there little doggie, don't start something you can't finish.'

Para não nos deixar aflitos, a natureza fez bem em restringir ao lado de fora a nossa ação de enxergar.

This was exactly what the girl had most dreaded all her life and had scrupulously avoided until now: lovemaking without emotion or love. She knew that she had crossed the forbidden boundary, but she proceeded across it without objections and as a full participant; only somewhere, far off in a corner of her consciousness, did she feel horror at the thought that she had never known such pleasure, never so much pleasure as at this moment--beyond that boundary.

At what exact moment did the real turn into the unreal, reality into reverie? Where was the border? Where is the border?

Os extremos delimitam a fronteira para além da qual a vida termina, e a paixão pelo extremismo, tanto em arte como em política, é um desejo de morte disfarçado.

Potrebno je tako malo, tako beskrajno malo pa da se ?ovjek na?e na suprotnoj strani granice iza koje sve gubi smisao, i ljubav, i uvjerenje, i vjera, i istorija. ?itava tajna ljudskog života po?iva u tome što se odigrava u neposredoj blizini te granice, ?ak i u direktnom dodiru s njom, što je od nje udaljen ne kilometrima nego tek jedan milimetar.

Wenn Jan die Grenze für sich als ein Höchstmaß an zulässiger Wiederholbarkeit definiert hat, muss ich ihn jetzt korrigieren: die Grenze ist kein Resultat der Wiederholung. Die Wiederholung ist lediglich eine der Möglichkeiten, um die Grenze sichtbar zu machen. Die Grenzlinie ist staubbedeckt, und die Wiederholung ist wie die Geste einer Hand, die den Staub wegwischt.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

It doesn't seem that something on a hard-to-locate boundary is somehow calling the shots regarding what happens here in the bulk.

Witten's result showed that much as the Wizard of Oz's frightening visage was produced by an ordinary man, a rapacious black hole is the holographic projection of something equally ordinary: a bath of hot particles in the boundary theory (Figure 9.6). Like a real hologram and the image it generates, the two theories-a black hole in the interior and a hot quantum field theory on the boundary-bear no apparent resemblance to each other, and yet they embody identical information.

Crossing the line from friend to enemy takes only a small step. The opposite journey, however, is far more difficult. —Zensunni wisdom of the desert

What thin partitions sense from thought divide!

Faith and feelings are the warm marrow of evil. Unlike reason, faith and feelings provide no boundary to limit any delusion, any whim. They are virulent poison, giving the numbing illusion of moral sanction to every depravity ever hatched. Faith and feelings are the darkness to reason's light. Reason is the very substance of truth itself. The glory that is life is wholly embraced through reason. In rejecting it, in rejecting reason, one embraces death.

This was the threshold to the place of the dead.

Richard looked around, but didn't see any. He knew that didn't mean anything. If a boundary warden didn't want to be seen, he could be standing on your foot and you wouldn't be able to find him.

He didn't know anything about wizards, or magic, but no one would send Kahlan through the boundary, through the underworld, without a powerful reason. He wondered what could be that important.

The creature is a night wisp. Her name is Shar. A night wisp cannot be seen in the day, only at night. Shar is part of the magic that helped me cross the boundary; she was my guide. Without her, I would have been lost.

I have to find the edge of the envelope and put my stamp on it.