Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Dizzying. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Dizzying Quotes And Sayings by 96 Authors including Albert Camus,Jesse Tyler Ferguson,Bram Stoker,Milan Kundera,Colum Mccann for you to enjoy and share.
But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.
I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.
Feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had
come which must end in its undoing,
Vertigo is something else than the fear of falling. It is the voice of emptiness below us which temps and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defense ourselves.
It's like moving through a delicious fog.
I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing
My head is pounding. Like the worst hangover ever.
Incidentally, I never felt less brisk in my life, because being looked at like that makes a person feel dizzy.
A great wind is blowing and that either gives you imagination ... or a headache.
Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can't feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything settles down again - almost as if it were always meant to - when his eyes graze a dumb grin and a pair of glittering eyes.
I feel like a spinning top or a DreidelThe spinning don't stop when you leave the cradleYou just slow downRound and around this world you goSpinning through the lives of the people you knowWe all slow down.
Future shock is the dizzying disorientation brought on by the premature arrival of the future.
For a while, it felt like I was on top of the universe. I didn't realize that I was about to fall.
If you have a beautiful view, you don't need a good wine to feel dizzy.
I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me and I felt a little dizzy for a while.
It was like sitting inside a headache.
It's very scary having something wrong with your head.
All of a sudden, she was enveloped by a kind of vertigo
she had felt this sensation before, though she could not remember when. It was a feeling of being not herself, of being trapped in the wrong body, as if she had recently been miscast in a play that was her own life.
discombobulation
With you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy ...
It felt like fighting. It felt like falling. It felt like dying.
Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
There he lay spooked, a spinning wheel in a celestial bowling alley.
I swung my head around and
Love you so damned much, I let myself think about it, honest to Christ, it makes me dizzy.
The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going.
Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.
But there was in the air that kind of distortion that bent you a little; it caused your usual self to grow slippery, to wander off and shop, to get blurry, bleed, bevel with possibility.
The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights.
I've got a weird balance problem as a human being, like I'm dizzy, and it's something to do with that.
The felt unreliability of human experience brought about by the inhuman acceleration of historical change has led every sensitive modern mind to the recording of some kind of nausea, of intellectual vertigo.
It did occur to me that the effect of good literature may be as dizzying as that of alcohol.
A flipped fork flicked my forehead.
My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.
I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.
My mind spun like the flywheel on an antique John Deere, merry-go-round during second-grade recess, hard spun roulette wheel.
Vertigo, that's where I am. Pi wants to take over, but I don't let it. Looping wants to occur, but I remain sentient, and I don't do any of the various forms of out-freaking I want to do.
My head felt like it was going to crack down the middle, like some demented dwarf was driving glass pins through my brain.
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.
I'm trying to adapt - they say you have to adapt to vertigo.
As jittery as a caffeine addict outside a closed Starbucks.
The wheels are spinning in my head all the time.
I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.
At that moment, in spite of the dizziness, I felt like Nietzsche when he had his Eternal Return epiphany. An inexorable succession of nanoseconds, each one blessed by eternity.
Far commoner, and perhaps the most intolerable of all aura symptoms, is intense sudden vertigo accompanied by staggering, overwhelming nausea, and frequently vomiting. The
My head is turned by every eye
It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.
Everything is extraordinarily clear. I see the whole landscape before me, I see my hands, my feet, my toes, and I smell the rich river mud. I feel a sense of tremendous strangeness and wonder at being alive. Wonder of wonders.
English should have a word for that feeling you get when you first wake up in a strange room and have no freaking idea where you are.
Hotezzlement?
I had the strangest sensation of floating, of drifting farther and farther away with nothing and no one to cling to. I was standing right beside her, but the distance between us had split into the kind of canyon I couldn't jump across.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
Looping. Some days are so dark I can't see anything but a miserable fog of number after number, word after word, clouds of verbs and nouns and none of them the ones that will make time go backward.
There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.
A lot of people call Dizzy old fashioned but so is the bible.
Sometimes you could get so turned around that even breathing became complicated.
I think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to
fall down.
"Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing."
"Huh?"
"Scaredybrave."
"Scave."
Word sandwiches always make her laugh but I wasn't being funny.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
The dizziness in the face of les espaces infinis
only overcome if we dare to gaze into them without any protection. And accept them as the reality before which we must justify our existence. For this is the truth we must reach to live, that everything is and we just in it.
The view induces the opposite of vertigo, a lurching feeling inspired not by gravity's pull to earth, but by the infinite reaches of heaven.
I think I'm a little concussed.
I kept getting the odd sensation that I was in fact perfectly stationary, and that I was pushing the world around under my feet.
That's the authentic punk dance. It's like a child dizzy on lemonade.
Joy makes us giddy, dizzy.
At times, I was so confused that I felt like the stem of a pinwheel surrounded by whir and clatter, but through that whole unsettling time I knew that it simply would not do to hide in the barn with a book and an apple and let events plunge forward without me.
I felt I was losing track of my physical location, rising above my body, viewing my life from a very distant point, hovering over it.
The world turned and flung me.
Marveling at the 180 degree swings of life in general.
It's always mildly unnerving when you're hanging upside down 70 feet in the air.
He struggled to overcome his vertigo; he made it something else. No less awe, but less fear. He took what was like fear in him, and made it humility. I'm damn small, he thought, hanging like a mote of dust in still air, in a sea that's damn big. But that's alright. I can do that.
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
The world of time, of space and condition, pleasure and pain, birth, growth, maturation, decay and death, spinning, spinning, spinning this world, always spinning.
Feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace
The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping.
When I was in my twenties, it felt like I was riding wild horses, and I was hoping I didn't go over a cliff.
The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.
I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.
Sometimes there is a darkness you can hear, a swallowing of your senses that blots out everything going on in the world around you, leaving only the chaos colliding and exploding in you own head.
Olivia
Weightless and endless. Timeless and restless. Hopelessly breathless
That mini heart attack you have when you realize you tipped your chair back just a little too far.
I'm all over the place.
Imaginatively in a pictorial sense I was airborne.
One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind.
The sensation of falling was the worst part.
What happened?"
"You fell."
"Really? What did I fall into?"
"My fist."
"That explains the headache.
Well, I like to think that my illness has prevented me from rising to any number of dizzy heights.
You think so logically ... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically ... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth ...
Cameras flashed. I turned away and saw spots. It was surreal. That's what people always say to describe moments that are merely unusual. I thought: You have no fucking idea what surreal is. My hangover was really warming up now, my left eye throbbing like a heart.
I feel like i am parked diagonally in a parallel universe
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating.
I felt a kind of vertigo, as if I were merely plunging from one world to another, and in each I arrived shortly after the end of the world had taken place.
The vertigo is a difficult thing: it just comes and goes whenever it pleases. I wasn't expecting it. I've had it before, and there have been years between stretches, and unfortunately it happened at the U.S. Open, and that knocked me off my feet.
Most remarkable thing was that I was feeling.
And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more.
As if grabbed by strong arms that were not there, he felt himself being lifted. Raising skyward and spinning, he fought to regain orientation. The winds were holding him and carrying him higher. Spinning him sickeningly, senses askew, his focus was being lost.
The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink.
The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.
And it's all kind of moving and sweet except that you're not completely there - a part of you is a few feet away, or above, thinking,
Everything is always a little surreal.
We glide and I feel as if I'm floating.