I felt like I
I felt like I was a good woman, a good person. But I was sinking deeper and deeper into depression, because my soul wasn’t living. I was purposely holding down my soul and my spirit. It was dying inside of me. Evangeline Lilly
Sinking
We’d be making sail
We’d be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we’d give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free … Read more
It was like a
It was like a life-line to a sinking man. It seemed to bring hope where there was none. The generosity of it was beyond our belief. Ernest Bevin
You know, now it’s
You know, now it’s sinking in. It’s taken me a long time to realize – and it is sinking in – how important this book is. And I have a certain distance now. I’ve done it such a long time ago. Eric Carle
Fight fire with fire.
Fight fire with fire. If you must have bores, always put them together or at the same table … bores have an effervescent chemical reaction on one another at a party. They invariably have a marvelous time trading banalities in the absence of competition. Clichés roll trippingly off the tongue like sparkling epigrams and trite … Read more
If you are chronically
If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking Elizabeth Wurtzel
I love the process
I love the process of cracking the spine for the first time and slowly sinking into a book. That will soon seem old-fashioned, I’m sure, like the time of illuminated manuscripts. Edwidge Danticat
That country [Carthage] was
That country [Carthage] was rapidly sinking into the state of barbarism from whence it had been raised by the Phoenician colonies and Roman laws; and every step of intestine discord was marked by some deplorable victory of savage man over civilized society. Edward Gibbon
His style has the
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. Edmund Wilson
There was an iciness,
There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart – an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime Edgar Allan Poe