Quotes About Drifts

The library, then, at seven-fifteen, seven-thirty, seven-forty-five of a Sunday night, cloistered with great drifts of silence and transfixed avalanche of books poised like the cuneiform stones of eternity on shelves, so high the unseen snows of time fell all year there.

All floated upon an evening carousel, with fitful drifts of music wafting up here and there, and voices calling and murmuring from houses that were whitely haunted by television.

We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create. Lord of all things, he is not lord of himself. He feels lost amid his own abundance. With more means at his disposal, more knowledge, more technique than ever, it turns out that the world today goes the same way as the worst of worlds that have been; it simply drifts.41

It's his dern laziness," Call said. "Jake just kind of drifts. Any wind can blow him.

Stealthy approaches were hard to make through thigh-high drifts.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

Every love story needs a closure. If it is denied that, it drifts aimlessly between the earth and the sky like a ghost..

The snow fell straight and slow, adding another layer to the drifts and covering roads, trees, bushes, and bodies, the living and the dead as one beneath its veil.

Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course.

In the historic movements of scientific thought I see, or think I see, drifts and currents such as astronomers detect among the stars of heaven.

The fitful sleeping makes the hours pass slowly; it seems to me the night has many nights in it?has years of nights!?through which, as if through drifts of smoke, I am compelled to stumble.

Rahel drifted into marriage like a passenger drifts towards an unoccupied chair in an airport lounge.

Behold the life at ease; it drifts,The sharpened life commands its course.

When the climate had been warmer, civilizations had sloshed back and forth across this glacier-planed landscape for a couple of thousand years like silt in a miner's pan, forming drifts of built-up stuff that stayed long after the people had departed. At any given moment during those millennia, a billion might have lived on this territory that now supported a few tens of thousands.

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.

Their close grazing, in concert with that of sheep, reduced the short sward to a thin crust of roots over sand. Where the grazing was worst, sand blew into drifts and moved across the land.

The smoke of his breath drifts past my ear up toward the stars.

Lift up your dark heart and sing a song about how time drifts past you like the gentlest, almost imperceptible breeze. — Jim Harrison, from "Cold Poem," Saving Daylight . (Copper Canyon Press 2006)

Time slid from under me in drifts like ice skids on the highway, punctuated by sudden sharp flashes where my wheels caught and I was flung into ordinary time:

You cannot write to save your soul. given up it drifts and does the singing.

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.