Quotes About Limitless

He had seen lakes and rivers, but Connla had never seen an ocean, and its very size was beyond his comprehension.  "Where does it end?" he asked Blathine.  "It does not end. The ocean is everything. All the land is merely an interruption in the sea."  Her words made no sense; such things could not be possible.

Nothing, snapped Howell, that a man can imagine is impossible!

If I take dust in my hand and ask you if that is all the dust there is, you will answer that dust is everywhere on earth. More specks than can ever be numbered. So I can give you a handful of truth only. Besides this there are other truths. More than can ever be numbered.

The fact that the earth's atmosphere cannot safely absorb the amount of carbon we are pumping into it is a symptom of a much larger crisis, one born of the central fiction on which our economic model is based: that nature is limitless, that we will always be able to find more of what we need, and that if something runs out, it can be seamlessly replaced by another resource that we can endlessly extract.

There are no limitations to the mind except those that we acknowledge.

Una de las mayores debilidades de la humanidad es la familiaridad del hombre promedio con la palabra "imposible". É

Una puerta no tiene principio ni fin, tan solo puertas de entrada.

In an infinite universe, there were too many things that escaped human understanding.

U jednom beskona?nom univerzumu bilo je previše stvari koje su izmicale ljudskoj spoznaji.

Nothing is impossible, Alex. It was there all the time. I just wasn't reaching out far enough, that's all. Nothing is impossible. Not a bad statement to come from the pen (or rather keyboard!) of a cynic. Thank you for your faith in me, Alex. I would love to return that hug and kisses to you now! but then again, perhaps some things just might be beyond our reach after all.

From Rosie Ro Alex Subject Job Promotion Nothing is impossible, Alex. It was there all the time. I just wasn't reaching out far enough, that's all. Nothing is impossible. Not a bad statement to come from the pen (or rather keyboard!) of a cynic. Thank you for your faith in me, Alex. I would love to return that hug and kisses to you now! but then again, perhaps some things just might be beyond our reach after all.

Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know, and as wild as our dreams might be, we can't help but read them with the same grounded circumspection that guided our forebears when they mapped out our walls.

If you laid all our laws end to end, there would be no end.

We go across lands, we go across water. And then the next logical step was to start flying just over a hundred years ago and of course, now we're going to look up at the stars and say what's next, what's out there?

Other than my memory being a bit woolly and my knees being a bit creaky, I don't really think there's anything I can't do.

Every year, Messi seems to reach his limit, but he always ends up exceeding that. He is the best.

It's like dance is a metaphor for going beyond where you think you can go.

The Midwest is such a tabula rasa.

If we can come up with a way of backing up my brain into another that I have in my back-pack, we'll do it. People talk themselves out of things very easily. Things that they think are a million years away, or never, are actually four years away.

The human mind will not be confined to any limits.

The inspection of these chasms brought him a second pulsation of that old horror which he had used to describe to Viviette as produced in him by bottomlessness in the north heaven. The ghostly finger of limitless vacancy touched him now on the other side.

Before his Becoming, he would not have dared any of this. Now he realized he could do anything. Anything. Anything.

The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land, to add something to the extent and the solidity of our possessions.

The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land.