Quotes About Brink

I love the sense of vast transformation that hangs on us at this new millennium, the feeling that we are at the brink of knowing more than people have ever known before.

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

Bundled in my shawl and uniform, I might have been partaking in any one of Mrs. Westcliffe's permitted after-supper al fresco activities, like: Strolling to the edge of the rose garden to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the orchard to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the bridge to admire the sunset. At England's foremost educational opportunity for young women, strolling to the brink of things was allowed. Leaving the green-plunging beyond brinks-was not.

You have to take chances for peace, just as you must take chances in war…. The ability to get to the verge without getting into the war is the necessary art. If you try to run away from it, if you are scared to go to the brink, you are lost.

I am so close to the edge that I could vomit, so close that it would be easy to jump.

I was stirred by the dark mystery of mortality. I couldn't resist stealing up to the edge of doom and peering over the brink (…) That was a very different thing from wanting to die.

He remembered hearing of the superstition that told them they would come to a sharp brink, and sail over it, to fall forever from the world in space and darkness. The legends had not kept them back, he knew; but he wondered how often, in their lonely sailing, they had intimations of depthless plunge, and how often they were repeated in their dreams.

This, once almost an endearing habit, is now an affectation that drives me to the brink of homicide.

I've always been like that—if I'm not pushed to the brink, I won't move.

Theirs is a civilization of deprivation; ours of finely balanced satisfaction ever teetering on the brink of excess.

Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn't be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn't like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...

Wouldn't it be nice if human nature could learn stuff before we get to the brink? It seems we have to experience it first.

Abe didn't say a word. He made straight for his journal and wrote down a single sentence. One that would radically alter the course of his life, and bring a fledgeling nation to the brink of collapse. I hereby resolve to kill every vampire in America.

That is the optimal creative vantage point: To stand on the brink of what is coming, feeling eager, optimistic anticipation—with no feeling of impatience, doubt, or unworthiness hindering the receiving of it—that is the Science of Deliberate Creation at its best.

It just goes to show that what one person considers a bad attitude might actually just be total frustration over being pushed beyond the brink of one's mental and physical endurance.

Mas o destino, como Merlin sempre nos ensinava, é inexorável. A vida é uma brincadeira dos Deuses, costumava dizer Merlin, e não existe justiça. Você precisa aprender a rir, disse-me ele uma vez, ou então vai simplesmente chorar até morrer.

To ease me of this power to think, That through my bosom raves, I'll headlong leap from hell's high brink And wallow in its waves.

Man stands on the brink of hell. The forces building up in our world are so overwhelming that man everywhere is beginning to cry out in desperation: "What must I do to be saved?

From the beginning of time until the present moment, man's ungodly quest for power, his determination to use his gift of free choice for his own selfish ends, has brought him to the brink of doom.

His entire body waited on the brink of its own self-knowledge, fiercely and without reticence. As her trust had made him gentle with her, her worship had made him strong.

It's a queer sensation, this secret belief that one stands on the brink of the world's greatest catastrophe. For it means the fall of Western Europe, as it fell in the fourth century. It recurs to me every November, and culminates every December. I have to get over it as I can, and hide, for fear of being sent to an asylum.

At any rate, I had not yet come to the end of my rope. I was only flirting with disaster.

Men are mere mortals but their quest for knowledge leads them to the brink of immortality."Excerpt from novel You Can't Escape Love by Grace Willows

True love happened rarely and standing in the brink of one, it would in all certainty be an act of cowardice to retreat without letting her know his desire.