Quotes About Boundary

interstices,

There was the finest line between unique and odd

He presses himself so close to me that any hurt left on the surface between us spreads thin, becomes a binding instead of a boundary

The only thing standing in between you and me is reality.

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

Call me a bi... one more time and I'll show you what a real one is.

I have a low tolerance for bullsh.. today. Pleaseeeeee don't come at me with any.

Death is the principal limitator of opportunities, progress & life.

Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.

That strange new zone between medium and message. That zone we call the interface.

I'm going to stop when I'm 100. I put a limit on myself.

The search of reason ends at the shore of the known

Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.

I think it's a mistake to lose one's sense of death, even one's fear of death. Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.

A surface separates inside from out and belongs no less to one than the other.

Any assault on the borders of perception is going to seem rash at first.

I think it's a mistake to lose one's sense of death, even one's fear of death. Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit." I

Hic scientia finit: Knowledge Stops Here.

All magic means is a line between knowledge and ignorance,

Knowledge is useless unless you know where it ends.

They moved closer together, and his hand was suddenly between her knees. His elbow nestled next to her left breast, and he smiled. She smiled. This was not altogether unpleasant, she thought, but there was business at hand. The

The disaster... is what escapes the very possibility of experience—it is the limit of writing. This must be repeated: the disaster de-scribes.

She had always known that all lives are in common, rejoicing in her kinship to the fish in the tanks of her laboratories, seeking the experience of existences outside the human boundary.

Pretending to 'never get the text' from someone who annoys you.