Quotes About Floundering

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time. I too was wretchedly floundering around, tightly closed into the bag of myself.

We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.

The worst thing about disease is the uncertainty. Humans are capable of adapting to anything as long as they know. It's the hopeless floundering that drives people crazy.

Ectoplasmic plane? What the devil is that? (Simone) It's jargon from those of us who are corporeally challenged. It's the great beyond where we bounce into each other like floundering atoms. It's really kind of gross – which is why I hang out with you. But only because you're less gross than they are. (Jesse)

Looking back, I realize I was doing what most of us tend to do when we're uncertain or floundering: We reach for what feels familiar, what we think we're good at.

And then there were people like Papa—approach machines who compensated for a lack of social skills with a lack of social fears. Approach machines tended to improve the fastest, simply by following the flowchart of material they were given. But once they ran out of material, they floundered.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

Since Mark Richt took his offense from Florida State to Georgia, Florida State has been floundering. They have no identity. They have a bunch of plays, but they have no system and no philosophy.

Writing that flirts with incoherence can just as readily flounder as writing characterized by simplicity and composure. There is no reliable formula for originality, and strategies that are distinguished as innovative in their first incarnation can quickly become stale in the hands of lesser artists.

And yet . . . after all my longing for this life, it felt strangely empty, beautiful but hollow. I did not want to admit that I found it boring, or that I was floundering in its shallows. How little they thought about anything but their own amusement. Their lives were so easy, so full of beauty and money. How much they could do with it, and how disappointing to find them so vacant.