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see past the surface to the tides below.
When the river rises, sometimes the only thing to do is float.
Any solid lighter than a fluid will, if placed in the fluid, be so far immersed that the weight of the solid will be equal to the weight of the fluid displaced.
On floating bodies I, prop 5.
Floating on my back, as I am now,
I'm floating. The absence of pain is powerful.
I sink you, that I will not be sunk by you.
So singularly clear was the water, that where it was only twenty or thirty feet deep the bottom was so perfectly distinct that the boat seemed floating in the air!
My swimming instructor said that I don't have the right boyishness or something." "Buoyancy," Jonas corrected him.
Sometimes the only thing a person has to hold onto is a bubble and that's enough to keep them afloat. If the bubble busts, they sink like a stone.
To slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.
How very wet this water is.
All buoyant leaders are driven by a real ambition- that is, what is being created that didn't exist before- and one criteria for that real ambition, is that on initial inspection, it seems fundamentally impossible.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a unicorn ;)
When it's too difficult to keep swimming, float.
And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.
You're
swimming so hard in this ocean.
Don't you know
if you float,
it will always hold you up?
They float, " it growled, "they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too - " George's
How submerged does a reference have to be before it drowns?
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Those are some strong currents you're swimming against.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
Backwards law. When you try to stay on the surface of the water, you sink; but when you try to sink, you float.
To float like a cloud you have to go to the trouble of becoming one.
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP
I was happy where I was floating.
If you don't want to sink, you better figure out how to swim
Slowly it floats more and more away,
We are going toward the sea. I have swollen. I am carried away. Sometimes at night love comes up so quickly and so high, and if we have no little boat perhaps it is because we want to roll breathless under the ocean floor.
Very Like a WhaleWhale-- Ogden Nash
They'll float," it growled, "they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too-
down. Below this the water was
Glowby had floated
You make me feel like I'm drowning.
Some of them are starting to sink now. In a few minutes, the only place they'll still be floating will be inside my mind. That's quite interesting, because if you look at it a certain way, that's where they started floating in the first place.
It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.
at the sight of the sinking,
The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Lo, the unbounded sea, On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails. The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately - below emulous waves press forward, They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. I
It all floats down here!
The law of flotation was not discovered by contemplating the sinking of things. Rather, it was discovered by thinking about things that float naturally.
My heart is a water balloon exploding in my chest.
The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.
this boat is and is not
when it sinks both disappear
The ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of bell
buoys,
advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which
dropped things are bound to sink
in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor
consciousness.
You're drowning them!" she complained. "Hey, I'm a Poseidon kid," he said. "I can't drown. And neither can my pancakes." To
I'm like a duck: calm above the water, and paddling like hell underneath.
Inside, my spirit is sparkling like foam on the crest of a wave at high tide under a full moon.
It surged up out of the water and stood for an instant upright upon that surging and heaving desolation like Christ.
Just like the sea, she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately.
I have seen the sea lashed into fury and tossed into spray, and its grandeur moves the soul of the dullest man; but I remember that it is not the billows, but the calm level of the sea from which all heights and depths are measured.
I like people to look like they're floating.
(...) I ducked once underwater and holding my breath until movement was an agony, blundered painfully ahead, under the surface, for as long as I could. The water was in a tumult about me.
And Pearl, stepping in, mid-leg deep, beheld her own white feet at the bottom, while out of a still lower depth came the gleam of a kind of fragmentary smile, floating to and fro in the agitated water.
Do you wanna see something swell?
No word floats without an anchoring connection within an overall structure.
I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.
Floating in this cosmic jacuzzi, we are all like frogs oblivious to the water starting to boil. No one flinches.
We all float face-down.
How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
A strange ripple...like an unexpected changing of the tide.
our floating barge.
I sank, therefore I swam!
In political activity ... men sail a boundless and bottomless sea; there is neither harbour for shelter nor floor for anchorage, neither starting-place nor appointed destination. The enterprise is to keep afloat on an even keel.
water wants to flow,
Floating upward through a confusion of dreams and memory, curving like a trout through the rings of previous risings, I surface. My eyes open. I am awake.
In treacherous currents, she is kept steady by a moral anchor the size of a ship.
The tides are in our veins.
Is it a surprise that into the vessel, in which the mercury has no inclination and no repugnance, not even the slightest, to being there, it should enter and should rise in a column high enough to make equilibrium with the weight of the external air which forces it up?
Diving in IS testing the water.
It is a ship with a great deal of sail but a very shallow keel.
The half of her that is underwater would like to be
under a desk, the head of her that is underwater
would like to be fully immersed.
i am soft again.
there is water and it surrounds me.
there is feeling and i can feel it.
i am awake and alive
and swollen and heavy with love.
i am changing
and i am loving change.
Blud's thicker than water.
The waters are rising, but so am I. I am not going under, but over.
There is water at the bottom of the ocean.
How will you feel when you're being swallowed up?
i am water soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away
The pictures achieve something rarely articulated about the metaphysical state of swimming: The body, immersed, feels amplified, heavier and lighter at the same time. Weightless yet stronger.
There are tides beneath every tide
And the surface of water
Holds no weight.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
Living submerged at the bottom of an ocean of air.
Sometimes I feel like I'm floating alone in the ocean. Other times I feel like the ocean's in a paper cup.
A WATERY BLISS
As busy as an ice cream freezer,
On a Sunday getting hotter,
Happy is the honey eater-
The busy ocean otter,
Floating alongside Teter,
On a sea full of water.
I finally found me a cloud to float on.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
Sometimes an unexpected wave comes along, sucks you up and refuses to spit you back out
His mind has the clearness of the deep sea, the patience of its rocks, the force of its billows.
I was at the bottom of the sea, the pressure dense, crushing, inexorable. Dead silence strained against my eardrums. The darkness was without reprieve. No mental adjustment could make it less absolute. It was impenetrable - black painted over black painted over black.
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent.
A ship must be floated and launched before it can be drowned and sunk.
The force of the wind is like an angry sea. It is freezing. The machine putters through the air. I am floating, the sky flowing past me, flowing through me. The only sound is the wind swishing across the wings.
I am flying.
The moon shone like herrings in the water.
In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.
Dive deep. Drown willingly
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
Strong as stone, supple as a sapling.
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
My calm is like the tides: never at rest.