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You don't drown because you can't breathe. You drown because you try to breathe what is not breathable.
Death drowns the unsatisfied man, whose restless mind clutches for greater and greater pleasures.
Drowning is not so pitiful as the attempt to rise.
Float like a corpse sting like a lemon.
All the water in the world cannot drown you unless it gets inside of you.
He is trapped underground, suddenly and unexpectedly close to death, but still in control of his fate. "At that moment I put death in my head and decided I would live with it," he says later.
died. But he couldn't take theDied-- Sandra Brown
Oceans are vast and almost bottomless. You dance in the rain Elizabeth. You drown in the sea.
There is more than one good way to drown.
For a while, it's just the sound of the water, and then Pen says, I didn't want him to die.
In the world who knowes not to swimme, goes to the bottome.
[In the world, who knows not to swim goes to the bottom.]
By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself.
Dive deep. Drown willingly
The world swarms with people, each one drowning, but each swimming a different stroke to the far shore.
Two drowning people can't save each other. All they can do is drag each other down.
Then
dies, and everything that she thought or felt vanishes and is gone forever.
He felt the quicksand of failure sucking at his feet, threatening to bury him, to drown him.
Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Location 2125).
When the soul, through its own fault ... becomes rooted in a pool of pitch-black, evil smelling water, it produces nothing but misery and filth.
My heart is flooded with love. Drowning is the way to go.
I fell into the water with a large splash and sunk like a stone. My feet guided the way as I drifted further into the murky depths.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural in it, for nature demands personal progress, evolution, and every backward step means wasted energy.
You can't drown when you know how to float."
Chris says nothing for a few minutes. "Maybe. But the water is pretty calm today. There could always be a storm." He rubs my shoulders. He breathes against me. He waits. "It's hard to float in a storm.
If there is one thing I refuse to do, it is to drown.
People don't live or die, people just float.
He was like water - cold, deep, unpredictable, and, like the pond up the canyon, dangerous, because you could never see what was beneath the surface. And just like I'd done all my life, I jumped in head first, even though I'd been forbidden. But this time, I drowned.
Mermaids don't drown.
A man destined to hang can never drown
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.
A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns.
water wants to flow,
Finally he hears something: he thinks it is the ebb and flow of the sea, the water crashing back into the abyss of salt.
Acheron the River of Death:
Healed souls in the wake of the vessel;
My Obolus,
He will not redound to the glory of those.
Those who drown in the Acheron;
out loud hands -
that is our downfall,
They scream out of desperate chasms.
Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away: our life's a dream, ...
The happiness of the drop is to die in the river.
Here is the boy, drowning.
This is deep. Drowning deep. And you know what they say about going in after a drowning man, right? Sematimba
... Her desire was close to that of the person who drowns himself; he does not necessarily covet death so much as what comes after the drowning - something different from what he had before, at least a different world.
Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.
All that is to live in endless song Must in life-time first be drown'd.
There are two ways of getting rid of sorrows: one by living them down, the other by drowning them. The coachman drowned his. He informed her that her luggage
He enters a labyrinth, he multiplies by a thousand the dangers already inherent in the very act of living, not the least of which is the fact that no one with eyes will see how and where he gets lost and lonely and is torn limb from limb by some cave-Minotaur of conscience.
Wherever there is water there is someone drowning.
He felt an immediate spike of panic - which he shot in the head and dumped in a lake.
A drowning man cannot be saved until he is utterly exhausted and ceases to make the slightest effort to save himself.
A man dies ... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.
Sorrow eats your heart and courage.
Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.
Gregory Rasputin, his bloodstream filled with poison, his body punctured by bullets, had died by drowning.
Either you choose to stay in the shallow end of the pool or you go out into the ocean.
The ocean is far below us, but the waves crash so loudly, sound close enough to drown us.
The sea only drowns its lovers.
He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.
A person starts dying when they stop dreaming.
The crushing weight of silence hangs heavy as always. For a moment it's too difficult to breathe, and I wonder if this is how I die. Drowned in this bed of silk, burned by a king's obsession, smothered by open air.
The sea finds out everything you did wrong.
In water, like in books - you can leave your life.
The storm drowns the ship,
but it does not drown the fish.
One way to overcome a fear of drowning is to become buoyant in the sea of life.
at the sight of the sinking,
I stepped free of Isambard and shoved Michael in the chest. I caught him off guard. He tumbled to the dock, and rolled into the water with a splash.
"I hope there are zombie sharks in there and they bite you and you die!" I screamed.
I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.
Fear swallowed her, deep and dark as the ocean and she sank into it.
Though drowned was just as dead as any other way of dying.
Strikes, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.
The warrior of light plunges unhesitatingly into the river of passions always flowing through his life.
She sits in a tub full to the brim, her chin submerged, her knees bent and revealed. She feels the water drift as her lungs expand and deflate with every breath. She images the space inside her it doesn't touch.
I'm drowning my brother drowning.
Under water, man becomes an archangel.
The lake's deep...and dark...and dangerous.
A sympathetic person is placed in the dilemma of a swimmer among drowning men, who all catch at him, and if he gives so much as a leg or a finger, they will drown him.
In the end, we forget the details of our lives that embarrass us or are too painful. We just lie back and allow ourselves to float along calmly over the deep waters, with our eyes closed.
No one wants to drown. Drowning would be the worst. Cause everyone knows that feeling. That feeling, oh it's the worst ... when you think you're drowning.
Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of the same plan
No! He tried to shout out but the water surged into his mouth and lungs choking his cry. Then darkness. And nothingness. Always the nothingness. Thicker this time as if it had fingers pulling him down and pulling the life out of him. Pulling his soul out of him.
The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'.
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
Under a low sun, pursued by fish and mounted by crows and veiled in a loud swarm of bluebottle flies, the body comes down the river like a deadfall stripped clean.
Water sleeps, and the enemy is sleepless.
I'm dead, right? I did drown. Crap, crap, crap! This is gonna kill Charlie.
Water sleeps, but Enemy never rests.
The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.
As the river surrenders itself to the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.
Cowards drown in a pond. The extraordinary flourish in the middle of the ocean.
He longed for sleep, but it would not immerse him; that night the waters he sought for his repose were deep enough to wade in, but not to swim.
For in tremendous extremities human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;
nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.
The sounds of people drowning are something that I can not describe to you, and neither can anyone else. Its the most dreadful sound and there is a terrible silence that follows it.
Die in a good way, obviously.
Water has invaded my father's heart, swollen, heavy, twice as large. Bloated liver. Bloated legs. The feet have become balloons. A respirator mask makes him look like a diver. When I lay my face against his - the sound of water returning. The
I fell asleep in a river, I woke in a river,
of my mysterious
failure to die I can tell you
nothing, neither
who saved me nor for what cause -
I die of thirst here at the fountainside.
Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not.
Death swallows death.
Little birds of thought die in her throat.
A man dies when hope flies.
He wakes up utterly bored and discomfited, chagrined to think that he did not die overnight.
The vessel dies, but the Spirit lives on.
In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.
She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere wave away from drowning in blackness.
When the river rises, sometimes the only thing to do is float.
We're going to swim it."
I flipped forward a few pages. "Underwater."
Jenks blinked. "Rache, you gotta stop using that sugar substitute.Under the water? Do you know how cold it is?