I’d watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal – against normal, not beside it. Locks didn’t cure; they strangled.”
Category Archives: BOUNDARIES
Vicious as a tigress can be, she never eats her own cubs.
Not all have the tigress for an overbearing friend, for she scratches.
The elders of the village are the boundaries.
Ghanaian
Ituura rir kanono ritituhagia kahiu
The village, which has got a whetstone, does not blunt the knife
The sense of the proverb is that if in a village there is a good whetstone it does not mean that the villagers should purposely blunt their tools in order to whet them. The time will come when the shetstone will have to be used.
Every thing is good in its season.
Kathryn Stockett “All I’m saying is, kindness don’t have no boundaries.”
Kathryn Stockett, The Help
“Once you begin to acknowledge random acts of kindness – both the ones you have received and the ones you have given – you can no longer believe that what you do does not matter.”
– Dawna Markova
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, Something there is that does.
There are three kinds of men: The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence.
A boundary is not that at which something stops, but that from which something begins. Martin Heidegger
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The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and the other begins? Edgar Alan Poe
foto – sunrise at raleigh 2010
Even the heart has its boundaries. (Japanese).
"Curiosities in Proverbs: A Collection of Unusual Adages, Maxims, Aphorisms, Phrases and Other …"
There are no boundaries in the real Planet Earth. No United States, no Russia, no China, no Taiwan. Rivers flow unimpeded across the swaths of continents. The persistent tides, the pulse of the sea do not discriminate; they push against all the varied shores on Earth.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau
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foto – little black calf on the other side of the fence at raleigh 2010
Proverbs 25:17 Let your foot be seldom in your neighbour’s house, lest he have his fill of you and hate you.
It is the business of thought to define things, to find the boundaries; thought, indeed, is a ceaseless process of definition. It is the business of Art to give things shape. Anyone who takes no delight in the firm outline of an object, or in its essential character, has no artistic sense. . . . He cannot even be nourished by Art. Like Ephraim, he feeds upon the East wind, which has no boundaries.
VANCE PALMER
On Boundaries.
foto – izzy at brierfield 2009
Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up. G. K. Chesterton
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall.”
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbours’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
foto – bilambil cottage 2009
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