You don’t drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.
Edwin Louis Cole
I’m just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.
It was like drowning, only from the inside out.
When you’re drowning, you don’t say ‘I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,’ you just scream.
A drowning man cannot be saved until he is utterly exhausted and ceases to make the slightest effort to save himself.
We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown.
When you’re scrambling to fill the void in your life and you feel like you’re drowning… we all yearn to hear that one friend’s voice, say: “You’re going to get through this.”
We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.
You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?
We are drowning in information
but starved for knowledge.
Two drowning people can’t save each other. All they can do is drag each other down.
A little criticism makes me angry, and a little rejection makes me depressed. A little praise raises my spirits, and a little success excites me. It takes very little to raise me up or thrust me down. Often I am like a small boat on the ocean, completely at the mercy of its waves. All the time and energy I spend in keeping some kind of balance and preventing myself from being tipped over and drowning shows my life is mostly a struggle for survival: not a holy struggle, but an anxious struggle resulting from the mistaken idea that it is the world that defines me.
hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.
In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows But my sorrows they learned to swim
Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.
The only good reason for swimming, so far as I can see, is to escape drowning.
I used to feel like I was drowning. So I stopped trying to swim.
Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that’s too cruel.
George R. R. Martin
To accept one’s past – one’s history – is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought.
James A. Baldwin
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.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.
This is a setback. You get back up, you dust yourself off, and you get back in the game. We had a great singer named Ray Charles who wrote a song called ‘Drowning in My Tears.’ You can’t afford to drown in your tears. You gotta go back, rededicate yourself, redouble your efforts, and persevere.
To understand the world, one’s place in it, is to be always at the risk of drowning.
You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.
There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflict the mourner with heartache and loneliness long after the deceased is buried and gone.
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance.
Telling me that I’m obsessed with talking about racism in America is like telling me I’m obsessed with swimming when I’m drowning.
Falling in love with another man is like falling into a vast vat of yourself. For some men this is ultimately nourishing, for others . . . it is drowning.
I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning
Once again, I had that feeling of drowning when I hadn’t even known I was in the pool
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
I find above all that the expression, atonal music, is most unfortunate — it is on a par with calling flying the art of not falling, or swimming the art of not drowning.
We walk by faith. We don’t stay still, drowning in our misery.
People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins they wonder whether they are catching cold.
John Jay Chapman
Promises. I was drowning in promises.
If you can’t imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.
To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.
What I like best about underwater photography is giving a visual voice to the invisible. What I like least is the prospect of drowning.
They say we’re 98% water. We’re that close to drowning. I like to live on the edge.
When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy. I want you. I want all of you.
Race is the great taboo in our society. We are afraid to talk about it. White folks fear their unspoken views will be deemed racist. People of color are filled with sorrow and rage at unrighted wrongs. Drowning in silence, we are brothers and sisters drowning each other. Once we decide to transform ourselves from fearful caterpillars into courageous butterflies, we will be able to bridge the racial gulf and move forward together towards a bright and colorful future.
Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
Why are we not tasting the bliss of Bhakti? Because we are taking shelter of stone boats. We are sinking and drowning in Maya & still we are further taking shelter of stone boats and this can go on life after life.
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.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
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.
If you sing to the mermaids, they come when you’re drowning.
If your lifeguard duties were as good as your singing, a lot of people would be drowning.
So often we have a kind of vague, wistful longing that the promises of Jesus should be true. The only way really to enter into them is to believe them with the clutching intensity of a drowning man.