Top Borders Quotes

Ever since I was young I enjoyed solving puzzles and having the pleasure to see the bigger picture afterwards. But even after all that, I found that life could be the most challenging puzzle we have t...

I hear preached in our charismatic churches, which basically borders on sowing and reaping, giving and receiving. I thought there must be a different format to that message

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.

I dont know what happens to country.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Terrorism has become the systematic weapon of a war that knows no borders or seldom has a face.

The more rigid and exclusive one makes the border between philosophy and theology, the more that distinction itself has to fall on the side of theology, and the more inaccessible that very distinction...

I've learned that borders are where the actual ends, but also where the imagination and the story begins.

The world is full of countries that have only come into existence in the last couple of hundred years, or even in the last few decades, while changes to borders are happening every day.

And yet, despite this portrait of a self assured woman, Cindy seemed to have a near obsession with being where everyone was and doing what everyone was doing.

The soldiers had been entrenched in their positions for several weeks but there was little, if any fighting, except for the dozen rounds they ritually exchanged every day. The weather was extremely pl...

It's at the borders of pain and suffering that the men are separated from the boys.

Afghanistan's borders are arbitrary, drawn to meet 19th-century political needs rather than to respect ethnic or religious patterns.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

Man made borders not to limit himself, but to have something to cross.

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red.

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.