Floating Quotes

“Some details in life may look insignificant but appear to be vital leitmotifs in a person's life. They may have the value of "Rosebuds" of Citizen Kane or "Madeleine cookies" of Marcel Proust or "Strawberry fields" of the Beatles. People regularly walk down the memory lane of their early youth. The paper boats of their childhood are recurrently floating on the waves of their mind and bring back the mood and the spirit of the early days. They enable us to retreat from the trivial, daily worries and can generate delightful bliss and true joy in a sometimes frantic and chaotic life. ("Paper boats forever" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Comes the tipping point in life, when we decide to a ‘stop and search’ and our emotional police bring us to a standstill. This allows us to scan all the little details in the spectrum of our being; scour all fuzzy or cryptic elements that are floating around in our mind and restore the fault lines in the cluttered tale of our life. ("The world was somewhere else")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“And out floated Eeyore.
"Eeyore!" cried everybody.
Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge.
"It's Eeyore!" cried Roo, terribly excited.
"Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. "I wondered."
"I didn't know you were playing," said Roo.
"I'm not," said Eeyore.
"Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit.
"I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak-tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer."
"But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, "what can we--I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“Why did I allow the abuse to continue? Even as a teenager?
I didn’t.
Something that had been plaguing me for years now made sense. It was like the answer to a terrible secret. The thing is, it wasn’t me in my bed, it was Shirley who lay the wondering if that man was going to come to her room, pull back the cover and push his penis into her waiting mouth it was Shirley. I remembered watching her, a skinny little thing with no breasts and a dark resentful expression. She was angry. She didn’t want this man in her room doing the things he did, but she didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t beat her, he didn’t threaten her. He just looked at her with black hypnotic eyes and she lay back with her legs apart thinking about nothing at all.
And where was I? I stood to one side, or hovered overhead just below the ceiling, or rode on a magic carpet. I held my breath and watched my father pushing up and down inside Shirley’s skinny body.”
― Alice Jamieson, Today I'm Alice: Nine Personalities, One Tortured Mind

“Sometimes she sat and let her mind go blank and her eyes go out of focus, so that she watched the slow, jerky movements of the motes that floated across her pupils. They amazed her as a child. Now she saw them as a reflection of how she moved, floating listlessly through the world, occasionally bumping into another body without acknowledgment, and then floating on, free and alone.”
― Robert Goolrick, A Reliable Wife

“If I look closely, I can almost see myself floating in my mother's palm. Yet, when I shut my eyes, I find a different image of my mother releasing me as we dance in the storm and twirl in separate circles that cause the water to ripple from us in widening rings which merge in one ebbing bracelet of waves where the borders of the quarry meet the water, far from the center where my mother and I continue to spin our bodies in the radiant sheen of lightning.”
― Ursula Hegi, Floating in My Mother's Palm

“Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Tied to my reading lamp was a single balloon. Filled with helium, it floated in a morning sunray which slanted in through one of the high windows.

On it was a picture of my face, the eyes gone, blood running down from the ragged sockets, a scream distorting the mouth on the balloon's thin and bulging rubber skin.

I looked at it and I screamed.”
― Stephen King, It

“As they expect to see you drowning, keep on floating.”
― Gift Gugu Mona

“Why do you weep, child? We of the Floating World live only for the moment, giving all our time to the pleasures of cherry blossoms and snow and maple leaves, the calling of a cricket, the beauty of the moon, waning and growing and being reborn, singing our songs and drinking cha and saké, knowing perfumes and the touch of silks, caressing for pleasure, and drifting, always drifting. Listen, child: never sad, always drifting as a lily on the current in the stream of life. How lucky you are, Kiku-chan, you’re a Princess of Ukiyo, the Floating World, drift, live for the moment. . . .”
― James Clavell, Shōgun

“living only for the moment, savouring the moon, the snow, the cherry blossoms, and the maple leaves, singing songs, drinking wine, and diverting oneself in simply floating, unconcerned by the prospect of imminent poverty, buoyant and carefree, like a gourd carried along with the current of the river...”
― Asai Ryoi, Tales of the Floating World

“We are adrift, and the thinnest breeze may blow us where it will.”
― Rachel Hartman, Tess of the Road

“We are philosophers of our time
Floating in the moon's evening glow”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Like an ocean, life is deep, but we are just floating on the surface.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“I felt as if I were in an exiled and floating world, isolated from all necessities of life except the one of buying things.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald, Bits of Paradise

“How do I explain where my mind goes? How I float out of myself.”
― Erin Stewart

“Taking a deep breath, words floating through my head.”
― Maite

“Kanske vi träffas när du blivit vuxen. Gå nu och lägg dig och sov.”
― Tarjei Vesaas, Spring Night

“You weren’t alone,” he says, making sure I hear every word. “And you weren’t floating.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Because I was carrying you.”
― Rebecca Harris, Give Up The Ghost

“Pennywise the Dancing Clown is every menacing figure you see. But the ones who float, in this apt soliloquy, look mighty similar to me. I don't think we're all Georgie.”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“You float through my days
You wander through my dreams
I am falling awake.”
― Jessica de la Davies

“Keep floating in the waves of your dreams till they rises up in your reality.”
― Hiral Nagda

“You are floating on this blue planet amongst millions of galaxies. Anything still impossible here?”
― Hiral Nagda

“And the truth is I am not strong enough to tread water in the salty abyss as I watch the ship sail away. I am weak-hearted. I can't hold my breath for long. I don't know how to stay afloat while searching for shallower waters. I only know how to hope that my drowning will be quick.”
― Anne Marie Wells, Survived By: A Memoir in Verse + Other Poems

“The more I let go, the more electric I become, resonating across tides and currents, touching the sweetest gems encircling me, calling me home. The water in which I’m suspended charges me like a battery that runs on lightning.”
― Laurie Perez, The Power of Amie Martine

“imagine if you could dance with a tree, floating over the water on a mystic dance floor shared only by you and your tree in alchemy, all amidst a warm morning mist wrapping itself around your legs, up to your belly, as your own impression surrounds you in a dance within your own mirrored reflection, you and your dancing tree...how cool would that be? totally mystifying”
― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography

“It was a beautiful night, moonless, still. The staff trudged to the water's edge but Thatcher plunged right in until he was up past his knees. He let Fiona go and she splashed into the water and the water lit up around her like a force field.
"Whoa-ho," said Paco. (Adrienne knew he and Louis had been smoking dope back in pastry.) "That's cool."
Delilah was the next one in because she was young and unabashed about swimming in her clothes. She dove under, and again, the water illuminated around her.
Soon the whole staff, including Adrienne, was in the ocean, marveling at the way the water sparkled and glowed around their arms and legs.
"Phosphorescence," Adrienne heard Thatcher say. In the dark, she couldn't tell which body was his. "I didn't want any of you to miss it."
Thatcher had called this a morale booster, but Adrienne's heart was aching, for reasons unknown. She put her head under and opened her eyes as she waved her hands to light up the water around her. But now, this minute, that notion seemed silly and wrong. You're not like the other people who work here. You're not like them at all. The Parrishes were right, though Adrienne didn't know how she was different or why that bothered her. Her eyes stung from the salt water. She wanted to be swimming next to Thatcher, and what she really wanted was for it to be her and Thatcher out here alone. Just the two of them, floating in the sea of light.”
― Elin Hilderbrand, The Blue Bistro

“When the parachute opens, it's this incredible feeling... You float slowly towards solid ground. And when you land, it's like you're someone brand new. You're pure. I'm convinced it's like confession for the Catholics. You should all give it a try.”
― Jason, Why Are You Doing This?

“ISLA FLOTANTE


4 eggs
2 tablespoons cornstarch
6 cups whole milk
1 2/3 cup sugar
2 tablespoons rum
1 cinnamon stick
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon lime juice”
― Adi Alsaid, North of Happy

“I miss the act of swimming. I miss the belief that my body was capable, that it could endure, but then again, floating no longer seems like much fun. I need a stable horizon to which I can anchor myself. It's a matter of logic now, rather than instinct. I have to take what I can get.”
― Katherine May, Enchantment: Awakening Wonder in an Anxious Age