Quotes About Drifted

Then I became interested in drama, and almost by accident, I drifted into film.

They desperately needed hope that a safe haven even existed, that the war's horrors would one day end, while they drifted along in the strange villa even its owners referred to as an ark.

If we have drifted 10 heads above the zero line in our coin flip experiment, what is the probability of getting 10 tails in a row to return us to zero? About 1 in 1,000.

All those years I'd drifted along too glassy and insulated for any kind of reality to push through: a delirium which had spun me along on its slow, relaxed wave since childhood, high and lying on the shag carpet in Vegas laughing at the ceiling fan, only I wasn't laughing any more, Rip van Winkle wincing and holding his head on the ground about a hundred years too late.

so that for an indeterminate interlude I drifted in and out pleasantly on the verge of death. Cities, centuries. In and out I glided of slow moments, delightful, shades drawn, empty cloud dreams and evolving shadows

Like the rooftop dogs, they were lost souls—they were running wild, or they drifted around town like ghosts.

HE'S IN INTELLIGENCE," Owen said. Dick appeared impressed, but—like his hatred—the feeling drifted and passed. "You carry a gun?" Dick asked me. "NOT THAT KIND OF INTELLIGENCE," said Owen Meany, and Dick closed his eyes again—there being, in his view, clearly no intelligence that didn't carry a gun.

They were running away from the war in Vietnam, or from what their country had become, Edward Bonshaw said. The Iowan reached out to them—he tried to help them—but most of the hippie boys weren't religious types. Like the rooftop dogs, they were lost souls—they were running wild, or they drifted around town like ghosts.

The shutters were open. It must have rained in the night, I thought. The air that drifted in felt washed and very clear.

old Aunt Mary." Who at last had drifted the final distance to her reward. She had lived over eighty years—had come over from Africa, people said.

So they would't suffer too much from hunger, they slept and rested in bed for as long as they could. They lost all notion of time, and if Brossier hadn't come back they would never have left that room, not even the bed, where they listened to music and little by little drifted off. The last thing they saw from the outside world were the snowflakes falling all day on the sill of the open window.