I remember a story I once heard about drowning: that when you fall into cold water it's not that you drown right away but that the cold disorients you and makes you think that down is up and up is down, so you may be swimming, swimming, swimming for your life in the wrong direction, all the way toward the bottom until you sink. That's how I feel, as though everything has been turned around.
One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising.
Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.
Here is the boy, drowning.
When someone is drowning and you try to save them, they're more likely to drown you before you pull them out.
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?
Once again, I had that feeling of drowning when I hadn’t even known I was in the pool
I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.
I can't swim and I'm terrified of drowning, but I still love being by water - just not in it.
If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself.
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.
Since the 1970s, I have asked students if they would first try to save their drowning dog or a drowning stranger. And for 40 years I have received the same results: One third vote for their dog, one third for the stranger, and one third don't know what they would do.
There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.
I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.
There is a specific kind of day when I feel like writing poems. My senses become really sharp. This day is when I feel as if I am drowning into the abandonment of death.
I'm very hard-nosed and cold-blooded and I can walk past a drowning man. If I have someplace else to go, well, tough s**t. I could do that. I can. Have. Sometimes, not because I was callous but had to do it.
To understand the world, one’s place in it, is to be always at the risk of drowning.
I'm drowning in whiskey river.
Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.
I'm drowning in papers.
