border [Theme] Page 18

The inertia and fear that puts up boundaries. There are no boundaries. Neither to thoughts nor feelings.

In all there is a line beyond which the switch is dangerous; for, once crossed, to turn back is impossible.

Don't trust standard models. Think outside of the framework.
(Don't trust standard models. Think bigger, outside of the limits.)

The wider the mind, the more it constrain its own borders.

Life is a strange thing. In it there are pages that are difficult to understand, to explain, even harder to forget.

There are no boundaries. People invent them, and thus they can be destroyed.

- Alice, whatever you come up with, I am afraid it is beyond the bounds Charlie.
- If you're free, what could be the borders?
- Well, at least the boundaries of the continental United States.

In day of the frontier guard all go to the country in the border state.

They not only exist, these boundaries, but you know me better than exactly where they are.
- I thought so too. And now don't believe it. Borders in our minds. And people like miss hilly is always trying to make us believe, they really are. But they are not.

Sometimes you need to cross the line to know where she is.

The border is the only morality and humanity. The inhumanity and immorality of them.

A border is an imaginary line between two Nations, separating the imaginary rights of one from the imaginary rights of another.

If we want to hide from people of a certain object, it is sufficient to make about it no one never thought of. This must be kept under the supervision of the human mind, that is, to control the discourse. And power over the discourse belongs to the one who sets the boundaries. When boundaries are established, they can hide a whole world.

There are moments in life when you know what gone beyond its borders. Your old life is over. Van Gogh was my border. I got my chance.