#imitation

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#imitating #imitations #literature #literature-quotes #loitering

But out of limitations comes creativity. ↗

— Debbie Allen

#creativity #limitations #out

Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly. ↗

— Richard Bach

#believe #eyes #find #fly #know

The question is: how bad do things have to get before you will do something about it? Where is your line in the sand? If you don't enforce the constitutional limitations on your government very soon, you are likely to find out what World War III will be like. ↗

— Michael Badnarik

#bad #before #constitutional #enforce #find

Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist, belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does. ↗

— John Berger

#any #belongs #does #drawing #however

Men must know their limitations. ↗

— Clint Eastwood

#know #limitations #must #their

The reason is that for many years I have avoided reading anything whatsoever that approaches my own line of country, out of a somewhat fanatical desire to avoid the risk of unconscious imitation. ↗

— Leslie Charteris

#approaches #avoid #avoided #country #desire

There are works of literature whose influence is strong but indirect because it is mediated through the whole of the culture rather than immediately through imitation. Wordsworth is the case that comes to mind. ↗

— J. M. Coetzee

#case #comes #culture #imitation #immediately

If you don't understand your limitations you won't achieve much in your life. ↗

— Kevin Costner

#life #limitations #much #understand #won

For many feverish years he was burdened with the sensation, an ancient one to be sure, that the incredible sprawl of human history was no more than a pathetically partial record of an infinitely vast and shadowed chronicle of universal metamorphoses. How much greater, then, was the feeling that his own pathetic history formed a practically invisible fragment of what itself was merely an obscure splinter of the infinite. Somehow he needed to excarcerate himself from the claustral dungeon cell of his life. In the end, however, he broke beneath the weight of his aspiration. And as the years passed, the only mystery which seemed worthy of his interest, and his amazement, was that unknown day which would inaugurate his personal eternity, that incredible day on which the sun simply would not rise, and forever would begin. ↗

— Thomas Ligotti

#limitation #vastness #life