Emotional Limit Quotes

The time had just come when I had been pushed as far as I could stand to be pushed.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

'Breaking Bad' - I've heard that question phrased in many directions, and it always means the same thing. It's when someone can't... when a decent person can't take it any more. They just kind of turn and go in the opposite direction.

Every character I've ever played, I always try to take him right to the edge and not allow him to fall over, but directors have a tendency to pull me back a little bit.

My mind can't always be on fighting.

I've met a man and fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I'm not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months' time, I'll be far away and he'll be just a memory, but I couldn't stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit.

Mourning has its place but also its limits.

Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

I've taken my cue from people here and from viewers, especially survivors-who said, 'When it's time to literally flip your wig, you'll know.'

On a given day, a given circumstance, you think you have a limit.

When you play a lot of games in a row, and you come off the pitch thinking, 'I can't do this no more,' then it is time to look at something else, whether you have six months left on your contract or four years.

I certainly do get at the end of my rope at times. We all do.

I thought I should be stronger than was possible.

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.

When you are talking about, 'I will lose my sanity for real,' that's when it's time to move on.

If you're all loaded up on love, you haven't got anywhere else to go.

Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

By the time I get to the locker room, I'm done.

Everybody has a breaking point. It's tough to ignore the impulse to respond with anger.

You can only sit on the frustration of wanting to express something for so long.

The Nocturnal' was very nearly beyond me.

There were a coupla times when I had had it. And when I'm pushed to the limit, I scream.

There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it. I believe this.

Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.