Edge Quotes

Life on the edge, Im danglin my feet.
Lil Wayne



We got up at four in the morning, that first day in the east. On the evening before we had climbed off a freight train at the edge of town, and with the true instinct of Kentucky boys had found our way across town and to the race track and the stables at once. Then we knew we were all right.
Sherwood Anderson



Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came And he pushed And they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire



Love softens the hardest edges of life's tumult.
Bryant McGill



Heaven began to run at the edges.
Harlan Jay Ellison



I bring Laura to the edge of the clapping crowd, and I watch her sink, becoming engulfed in the sea of clapter.
Amanda Filipacchi



What about the rumours David Cameron smoked drugs as a schoolboy? What worries me most is that he dressed up as a schoolboy to do it, the pervert. Though perhaps, lets not condemn him regardless. Who among us didnt smoke just a little bit of weed at school, just to take the edge off those irksome crack come-downs? Actually, as it turns out, its about as good an anti-drugs campaign as youre going to get, dont take drugs you might end up leader of the Tories with a face like a little painted egg.
Russell Edward Brand



New storms will arise; one can believe in calamities to come which will surpass the afflictions we have been overwhelmed by in the past; already, men are thinking of bandaging their old wounds to return to the battlefield. However, I do not expect an imminent outbreak of war: nations and kings are equally weary; unforeseen catastrophe will not yet fall on France: what follows me will only be the effect of general transformation. No doubt there will be painful moments: the face of the world cannot change without suffering. But, once again, there will be no separate revolutions; simply the great revolution approaching its end. The scenes of tomorrow no longer concern me; they call for other artists: your turn, gentlemen! As I write these last words, my window, which looks west over the gardens of the Foreign Mission, is open: it is six in the morning; I can see the pale and swollen moon; it is sinking over the spire of the Invalides, scarcely touched by the first golden glow from the East; one might say that the old world was ending, and the new beginning. I behold the light of a dawn whose sunrise I shall never see. It only remains for me to sit down at the edge of my grave; then I shall descend boldly, crucifix in hand, into eternity.
Franois Ren, vicomte de Chateaubriand





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