A great empire, like a great cake, is most easily diminished at the edges.
There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.
I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.
There is nothing that I so greatly admire as purposefulness. I have an enormous respect for people who know exactly what they are doing and where they are going. Such people are compact and integrated. They have clear edges. They give an impression of invulnerability and balance, and I wish I were one of them.
If I was any more on edge, I'd be Bono.
The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.
The body of literature, with its limits and edges, exists outside some people and inside others. Only after the writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature.
The pie should be eaten "while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood. . . then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, 'in apple-pie order!'"
Anytime you step out of an embedded reporting situation, you're always making calculations about what's safe and what's not safe, feeling out the edges of your life, of what's possible, and what risks you're putting everyone else to.
Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don't realize it.
On the edge of destiny, you must test your strength.
Every time I get on an airplane I figure it's gonna get blown up. You live on the edge.
Familiarity so dulls the edge of perception as to make us least acquainted with things forming part of our daily life.
When we wake, it is because something, some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we’ve taken as reality.
Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.
The farther you go. . . the harder it is to return. The world has many edges and it's easy to fall off.
Living in a foreign country is one of those things that everyone should try at least once. My understanding was that it completed a person, sanding down the rough provincial edges and transforming you into a citizen of the world. What I find appealing in life abroad was the inevitable sense of helplessness it would inspire. Equally exciting would be the work involved in overcoming that helplessness. There would be a goal involved, and I like having goals.
Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.
My attitude on skis is different now. I have learned to put less pressure on myself and on the edges of my skis when I'm racing, to be keep myself more under control.
The secret of grace is that it can be all right at the center even when it is all wrong on the edges.