Quotes of: Edge Keyword

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Love

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places

If one believes that words are acts, as I do, then one must hold writers responsible for what their words do.

Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places

You’re not doing a good job of selling me this dumb fantasy. I’m not climbing into the back of your van if I have to be Robin. I’m Batman. That’s how these things work.

Eden at the Edge of Midnight

It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

The Edge of Never

Complacency is a sword of two edges. One edge kills hard earned successes while the other end stops future glories. Complacency is a murderer and a barrier!

The Great Hand Book of Quotes

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness

If only I had feathered wings, that could bend and curve and reach, beyond imagined dreams, unhindered by the weight of earth.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness

I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness

For me, writing is an experience. It's an exercise in which I want to discover myself by taking my characters to the edges of human experience, to the edges of themselves and then, asking certain questions - about love, what does it mean to love? Wha...

Ted Dekker

About the 50th hour, I was going to start thinking about the edge of the universe. Is there an edge? Is this an envelope we're living inside of, or no, does it go onto infinity in both time and space? And there's nothing like swimming for 50 hours in...

Diana Nyad

We have to realize that science is a double-edged sword. One edge of the sword can cut against poverty, illness, disease and give us more democracies, and democracies never war with other democracies, but the other side of the sword could give us nuc...

Michio Kaku

Kurtz: [intercepted radio message] I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.

Apocalypse Now

I’m not a follower. I never have been. But I’ll definitely become someone I’m not for a few hours if it’ll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw attention.

The Edge of Never

His face spreads into a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.

The Edge of Never

Traveling can never be taken for granted, no matter how meticulous the preparations.

The Ragged Edge of the World: Encounters at the Frontier Where Modernity, Wildlands, and Indigenous People Meet

Adults are more likely to act their way into a new way of thinking than to think their way into a new way of acting.

Surfing the Edge of Chaos: The Laws of Nature and the New Laws of Business

Friendship is a combination of art and craft. The craft part is in knowing how to give and how to take. The art part is in knowing when, and the whole process only works when no one is keeping track.

The Mysterious Edge of the Heroic World

Deep blackness waits outside; a veiled inferno it attempts to hide. We see no more than dark clouds growing, but set inside, a fire is glowing.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness

I long to drift through turquoise skies; race the wind in rampant flight. Ruddy chains have framed my eyes, they seize my heart and stain the light.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness

This morning I breathe iced air, and wander toward the waves. For a moment I live without care; a moment all my heart craves.

An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness