When you move the camera, or you do a shot like the crane down (in Shawshank) with them standing on the edge of the roof, then it's got to mean something. You've got to know why you're doing it; it's got to be for a reason within the story, and to further the story.— Roger Deakins
Informative Standing On The Edge quotations
I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.
Science is a very human form of knowledge.
We are always at the brink of the known; we always feel forward for what is to be hoped. Every judgment in science stands on the edge of error and is personal. Science is a tribute to what we can know although we are fallible.
When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.
Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
Every good thing in the world stands on the razor-edge of danger.
I kept picturing all these little kids in this big field of rye.
.. If they're running and they don't look where they're going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.
Anything that is excellent or praiseworthy stands moment by moment on the cutting edge and must be constantly fought for. Well placed priorities always sit on the edge.
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready.Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.
You see people swimming, and you think, oh, how wonderful to swim.
But most people stand on the edge swaying back and forth, afraid to jump. They don't think they can swim.
The really wonderful moments of joy in this world are not the moments of self-satisfaction, but self-forgetfulness. Standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon and contemplating your own greatness is pathological. At such moments we are made for a magnificent joy that comes from outside ourselves.
If monotony tries me, and I cannot stand drudgery;
if stupid people fret me and little ruffles set me on edge; if I make much of the trifles of life, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.
I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.
It's like standing on the edge of a cliff.
This is especially true of the first draft. Every day you're making up the earth you're going to stand on.
The white spruce forest along the banks is most inspiring, magnificent here.
Down the terraced slopes and right to the water's edge on the alluvial soil it stands in ranks.
If you want to be rich, you need to develop your vision.
You must be standing on the edge of time gazing into the future.
We stand today on the edge of a new frontier.
We stand today on the edge of a new frontier - the frontier of the 1960's - a frontier of unknown opportunities and perils - a frontier of unfulfilled hopes and threats.
Dolphins : Animals that are so intelligent that, within a few weeks of captivity, they can train a man to stand on the edge of their pool and throw them food three times a day.
It seems that Canada's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored. Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance.
Every judgment in science stands on the edge of error, and is personal.
I think there's no harm, sometimes, to feel on the edge of things.
If you're on the margins you can see a bigger picture. And I actually quite like standing at a peculiar angle to the universe.
I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains.
You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
We say justly that the weak person is flat, for, like all flat substances, he does not stand in the direction of his strength, that is, on his edge, but affords a convenient surface to put upon. He slides all the way through life.... But the brave man is a perfect sphere, which cannot fall on its flat side and is equally strong every way.
When I stand on the edge of a cliff or right at the edge of a building or something, it's one of the few things that gives me kind of a deep, overwhelming, irrational fear where it affects my physiology.
I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for...
When we walk to the edge of all the light we have and take the step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for us to stand on or we will be taught to fly.
We stand today on the edge of a new frontier -- the frontier of the 1960s, a frontier of unknown opportunities and perils, a frontier of unfulfilled hopes and threats. The new frontier of which I speak is not a set of promises -- it is a set of challenges.
I've always had an interest in doing something that was outside my comfort zone;
I had this thing about standing on the edge of the cliff and deciding to jump.
You see a lot of us lingering around.
We'll just stand there on the edge of the pool and kinda psych ourselves up into getting in.
I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for.
There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky.
Just as the lower edge of the red disk rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disk; the handles, the tongue, the share—black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun.