Best 120 quotes in «drowning quotes» category

we met one strange summer in a regular tangle of sticky webs you had the air of angels sweet but I-- drowned with the damned spirits in lava oceans fearing your-- foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes (I swear they are even if you-- think otherwise): storms calm ones, calmer than my-- raging coals, empty and dead you speak of souls like you believe always an optimist in pessimistic skin of ivory and titanium mesh...

When she was eighteen years old she had almost drowned in the Kennebec River, not because of the pummeling current, but because she couldn't come up with a casual phrase with which to call for rescue. "Help!" was such a cliche. By the time she was willing to scream, she had no breath left, and it was just blind luck that somebody saw her gasping and floundering and pulled her to shore. "Why didn't you say something?" they wanted to know, and she said, "I'm not a screamer." "Jesus," said one of them, "couldn't you have made an exception this one time?" "Apparently not," she said.

What was his place? he wondered. Where was his world? He had sometimes stood on the riverbank and told himself: Deep down in the cold water is your world; a rock lashed to your feet is your clothing for that world. To enter it you need only to climb to the place above the rapids, where the pool is, where it is always calm, so it must be deep, and there bury yourself and leave a world that is not your own and find a garden, long fields already cleared and cribs already filled, a new place in which a weakness in a man is a matter for a word or chide, not a break through which the terrors of the world flow in.

When the rain is on my lips And I shiver from the cold Thinking about life Its ups and downs And being a melancholic I take a note Of the nature's crying its tears Making the day seem gray And unexcited But how much life the rain brings To what is hidden beneath the surface So whenever I cry And the cold of people's words Or actions Causing me shiver I vision myself standing in the rain Bringing my roots to life I am not afraid anymore Of getting soaking wet I stand my ground! But please nature Don't let me drown, make me beautiful!

When you push someone's head under water for 5 minutes, they will drown. It doesn't matter if the person is a sinner or a saint. It's just a natural process. If their head is under water, the lack of oxygen will make them drown. That rule applies to everyone, good or bad, equally. It doesn't matter if the drowning person has strong moral fiber. And it doesn't matter if you're a good or a bad person, once you become addicted to drugs. What happens next is inevitable. It's a natural process that happens in everyone's brain, once the drugs take over. So don't ever fool yourself into thinking that only weak or bad people get addicted.

You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.

You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under water when you learned to swim On a road to hell, congratulations, you're free...

A drowning man cannot be saved until he is utterly exhausted and ceases to make the slightest effort to save himself.

A drowning person doesn't rescue herself.

A gun is like breath to a drowning man--it has to be drawn in haste.

What . . . fellow?” The wind was cool, but I could see sweat trickling down the back of Jamie’s neck, dampening his collar and plastering the linen between his shoulders. Duff didn’t answer immediately. A look of speculation flickered in his small, deep-set eyes. “Don’t think about it, Duff,” Roger said, softly, but with great assurance. “I can reach ye from here with an oar, ken?” “Aye?” Duff glanced thoughtfully from Jamie, to Roger, and then to me. “Aye, reckon ye might. But allowin’ for the sake for argyment as how you can swim, MacKenzie—and even that Mr. Fraser might keep afloat—I dinna think that’s true of the lady, is it? Skirts and petticoats . . .” He shook his head, pursing thin lips in speculation as he looked at me. “Go to the bottom like a stone, she would.” Peter shifted ever so slightly, bringing his feet under him. “Claire?” Jamie said. I saw his fingers curl tight round the oars, and heard the note of strain in his voice. I sighed and drew the pistol out from under the coat across my lap. “Right,” I said. “Which one shall I shoot?

Why d’you think she did it?” I told him I had no idea. He seemed disappointed that I shouldn’t know. “A broken heart,” I suggested. “Do people suffer so much?” “For love? Oh, I imagine so.” “To drown herself?” “Why does that astonish you? Dido threw herself on the flames.” “In legend.” “And real life’s different?” I asked.

Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.

He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.

hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.

I can't swim but if my girlfriend was drowning, I'd still dive in to save her.

Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

I can't swim and I'm terrified of drowning, but I still love being by water - just not in it.

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.

If my competitor were drowning I'd stick a hose in his mouth and turn on the water.

If you sing to the mermaids, they come when you're drowning.

I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.

I never had a lot of drive, but because I had family responsibilities, I had a lot of tenacity - the tenacity of a drowning man.

Information is now a commodity that can be bought and sold, or used as a form of entertainment, or worn like a garment to enhance one's status. It comes indiscriminately, directed at no one in particular, disconnected from usefulness; we are glutted with information, drowning in information, have no control over it, don't know what to do with it.

If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself.

In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows But my sorrows they learned to swim

...it was dangerous to overflow because we might end up finding ourselves occupied by our loved ones and drowning them with our love and enthusiasm.

I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.

I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning

Ju jitsu is very Buddhist. All that we fear we hold close to ourselves to survive. So if you're drowning and you see a corpse floating by, hang on to it because it will rescue you.

I was taught that if you see a person drowning, you must jump into the water to save them, whether you can swim or not.

It was as helpful as throwing a drowning man both ends of the rope.

Just as drowning cannot be equated with swimming, mere existence is not the same as abundant life. We have been offered a new way to live – a new way to be human.

No person ever died by drowning in their own sweat.

Kafka didn't save me. He just told me I was drowning.

Once again, I had that feeling of drowning when I hadn’t even known I was in the pool

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

My experience as a young actor on network television was that I couldn't make it work. I was drowning as an actor.

Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:...Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?

The only good reason for swimming, so far as I can see, is to escape drowning.

The lust of the eye. The best photographs were, to me, like an experience of drowning.

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.

The Western world, and the UK in particular, is drowning in a sea of its own blubber.

Promises. I was drowning in promises.

There was so much to learn and it was all fun. But the best part was getting a laugh from an audience. That was like drowning in candy.

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown.