Quotes About Floats

Whisky drowns some troubles and floats a lot more.

It runs in the family. And don't expect me to be ashamed. Yankees lock away loony relatives, but down here, we prop 'em up on parade floats and march 'em through the middle of town.

My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.

Poison is like the drowned; it always floats.

I have a sensation of losing track of time. In front of me, the mountain floats up with the swell. Drifts away amid tendrils of mist. And then comes back into sight.

Like a faint haze it floats around us. We keep company with ghosts. Their graves are marked in our minds, and they will never be disinterred from the cemeteries of our remembrance.

The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.

I can't stop being in parades. I just love dancing on floats that move really slowly on the city streets in the early morning.

All of me swims, floats, crosses what exists with my nerves, I am nothing but a desire, anger, vagueness, as impalpable as energy. Energy? but where is my strength? in imprecision, in imprecision, in imprecision . .

Sorrow floats.

Love also floats. And, that being true, love probably resembles Sorrow in other ways.

We had learned this fact of Sorrow, previously, from Frank: Sorrow floats.

Add doom to the list, then. Especially in families, doom is "altogether common." Sorrow floats; love, too; and—in the long run—doom. It floats, too.

Then it's off to the den, where the TV is tuned to a colorful parade, full of floats and balloons! And you watch for awhile, but soon it's all done, so you roll out the door for a stroll in the sun. And the chilly air tweeks your nose and your cheeks.

The awful shadow of some unseen PowerFloats though unseen among us—visitingThis various world with as inconstant wingAs summer winds that creep from flower to flower.