Quotes About Boundary

Every problem that society has, the library has, too, because the boundary between society and the library is porous; nothing good is kept out of the library, and nothing bad.

the edge of an island where green things grow, or the parapet

The difference between dead and not dead had never been so hard to see. It was the slimmest of lines. Possible to cross at any given moment.

Somewhere out there the world must have an end.

We need a wall or a sophisticated fence, as long as it secures our border.

I get this a lot: 'Oh, can you take a picture with my baby? Can you hold the baby?' I don't want to hold your baby! I'll hold my baby. I don't like holding someone else's baby. I'm serious! You never know what could happen. It's such an awkward position you're put in, and it's like, 'No, sorry.'

We do not have a secure border on our southern flank.

We need to secure our southern border. Clearly, the southern border is now a nexus between immigration and national security. It's a sieve.

The boundary between space and the earth is purely arbitrary. And I'll probably always be interested in this planet - it's my favorite.

The Platonic fold is the explosive boundary where the Platonic mind-set enters in contact with messy reality, where the gap between what you know and what you think you know becomes dangerously wide. It is here that the Black Swan is produced.

It does, Tennyson, because there's a fine line between confidence and arrogance. There's a fine line between being assertive and being a bully. And you're on the wrong side of both lines.

You're on the other side of the glass even before you step outside.

There have always been, and will always be, those who exist on the fringe of reason

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

the fool's errand to the edge of the Beckenstein limit again

If you don't have those moments where you go too far, then you're probably not going far enough.

Simultaneously a frantic, high-tech juggernaut and a timeless Asian dream, Bangkok straddles like no other metropolis the boundary between acrid and sweet, soft and hard, sacred and profane. It's a silk buzz saw, a lacquered jackhammer, a steel-belted seduction, a digital prayer.

Yours was the courage to live life in and from its belly as well as beyond its edges.

A feeling of welcome washes over me. I walk toward her, right up to the fence that separates my place from the neighbor's

I had always thought of the sea as a boundary keeping me in my place on land. Now, though, it became an opening.

We humans are confined to our brane.

Our "present" does not extend throughout the universe. It is like a bubble around us.

The Ego is the "container" for our life. The Ego creates a boundary between us and everything else and mediates our relationship with the world.

I have drawn the line, and I am still on this side of it.