Quotes About Limitation

I don't think anyone is free - one creates one's own prison.

Knowledge is boundless,--human capacity, limited.

One cannot know everything.

When we talk about self-realization, we're talking from the point of view of limitation of the mind. Real knowledge is to see that you are that - you are eternity.

It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.

A fish in a bowl thinks to know it all, for it has never seen the ocean.

The sky cannot have two suns.

All you can do is all you can do, but all you can do is enough.

Time is the enemy of freedom.

If you let fear of the unknown stop you from taking chances, you will stifle your true potential.

Doing a budget means learning an ancient and powerful word: NO.

Just as your hand, held before the eye, can hide the tallest mountain, so this small earthly life keeps us from seeing the vast radiance that fills the core of the universe.

There will never be a grand unified theory, Gloria. We will never find it. Not in our lifetimes, and it'll be too late.

Whatever we think of the border, it's important to recognise it as a limitation of Area X.

Sometimes you can't be what you ought to be, you can't have what you ought to have.

When we're forced to do something, suddenly the time is there. Which means it's there all the time, but we've just chosen to limit ourselves by believing that it isn't.

We're so deeply wrapped up in our stories—I don't have the money, I'm not good enough, I can't quit my job, I'm lazy, I have bad hair—trudging through life with our heads down, clinging to our false beliefs like lifeboats full of doo-doo, that we prevent ourselves from seeing the literally infinite sea of possibilities and opportunities surrounding us at every single moment.

Don't hunger for what you can't have, she admonished herself. Take pleasure in what you can. Such thoughts had got her through the worst days.

All I'd need is a minute. Not major time. Not the kind of time it takes to compose a symphony. Build a palace. Fight a war. Just a few crappy seconds. The kind of time it takes to tie a shoe. Peel a banana. Blow your nose. But I haven't got it. And I never will.

I knew why I was claustrophobic, all right. But knowing why didn't make it go away. I wondered what it would be like to see the dark blue sky above us not as heavy drapes of cloth, the top of a circus tent, but as an infinite expanse. As everybody else saw it.

At night, the house thick with sleep, she would peer out her bedroom window at the trees and sky and feel the presence of a mystery. Some possibility that included her--separate from her present life and without its limitations. A secret. Riding in the car with her father, she would look out at other cars full of people she'd never seen, any one of whom she might someday meet and love, and would feel the world holding her making its secret plans.

We all have a shelf life.

There's a built-in ending to everything in the world, right?

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.