Quotes About Uncontainable

Be so positive and optimistic that people give up trying to contain you.

God is too large to be housed under one roof.

God is sovereign. His grace cannot be tamed.

You can't draw lines in the sand like that. Humour's a tsunami that doesn't care about your little lines.

i spill my bright incalculable soul

Lord Carlston was not a man to be contained, even in adjectives.

There is no pop category, let alone any infinitely gene-sliced genre name, to contain the lead in Rihanna's voice in 'Needed Me.'

Two things that can never be contained? Velociraptors and zombies. ~Carrow Graie

Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out.

Hayallerde t?pk? gölgeler gibi, onlar? kafese koyamazs?n, sürekli dans etmek isteyen ele avuca s??maz ÅŸeyler...

Life again refused to remain lifesized

Horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

I knew - perhaps I hoped - that no form could ever contain Lila, and that sooner or later she would break everything again.

The problematic of sexual difference entails a certain failure of knowledge to bridge the gap, the interval, between the sexes. There remains something ungraspable, something outside, unpredictable, and uncontainable, about the other sex for each sex. This irreducible difference under the best conditions evokes awe and surprise; under less favorable conditions it evinces horror, fear, struggle, resistance.

ufkun, renksiz, deÄŸiÅŸken, s?n?rlanmas? imkâns?z bir yerlerinde bir sald?r? baÅŸl?yor. zihnin bir yerlerinde bir sald?r? baÅŸl?yor, bedende ise giderek artan bir rahats?zl?k, daha önceki hiçbirinin an?s?na indirgenemez cinsten, kendi üslubunu arayan bir rahats?zl?k.

The inside of my head is out of control. It is on fire. It is snowing. It is a wild jungle. It is an Arctic wilderness. It is everything that has ever happened and everything that ever will happen, all at once.

You can't put Barstool in a box however hard you try.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

God] dispenses his goodness not with an eyedropper but a fire hydrant. Your heart is a Dixie cup, and his grace is the Mediterranean Sea. You simply can't contain it all. So let it bubble over. Spill out. Pour forth. 'Freely you have received, freely give' (Matt. 10:8 NIV).

I think for you, too, God cannot be contained.

Commitment and creativity cannot be captured and handcuffed. Inspiration cannot be jailed. The heart cannot be contained.

I am just too much.

In our tradition, God says, "The heavens and the earth cannot contain Me." We know there are billions of stars and galaxies. Yet the Divine is saying, "No, all of that cannot contain Me. Only the heart of my faithful servant, the knower, is expansive enough to contain Me." It's a very high truth. (p. 80)

I know all about love that's too big to stay in a tiny bucket. Splashing out all over the place in the most embarrassing way possible.