Quotes About Vertigo

I don't do alcohol anymore — I get the same effect just standing up fast.

I remember having the same sensation in Gordon Avenue. The two moments, instead of being separated by decades, belong to the same hour of the same season. I wipe and close the knife. A kind of vertigo overcomes me. Words make no more sense. Everything is a continuum.

E poi amavo la scrittura di chi ti fa affacciare da ogni rigo per guardare di sotto e sentire la vertigine della profondità, la nerezza dell'inferno.

But what my less easily verbalized emotions recorded under the word Caserta was a spinning nausea, vertigo, and a lack of air.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

I've come to enjoy the risk, the sensation of vertigo when I realize that I've shot right over the border of the socially acceptable, that I'm walking on thin ice, on empty air.

I couldn't tell if the vertigo was fear, or some strange side effect of glitterweb crawling up my arm.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

L'être voué à l'eau est un être en vertige. Il meurt à chaque minute, sans cesse quelque chose de sa substance s'écoule. La mort quotidienne n'est pas la mort exubérante du feu qui perce le ciel de ses flèches; la mort quotidienne est la mort de l'eau. L'eau coule toujours, l'eau tombe toujours, elle finit toujours en sa mort horizontale. [...] La peine de l'eau est infinie.

There are, above all, times in which the human reality, always mobile, accelerates, and bursts into vertiginous speeds. Our time is such a one, for it is made of descent and fall.

And when we tell ourselves we have reached the paroxysm of horror, blood and flouted laws of poetry that consecrates revolt, we obliged to advance still further into an endless vertigo.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture…

El hastío es un vértigo, pero un vértigo tranquilo, monótono; es la revelación de la insignificancia universal, es la certidumbre llevada hasta el estupor o hasta la suprema clarividencia de que no se puede, de que no se debe hacer nada en este mundo ni en el otro, que no existe ningún mundo que pueda convenirnos y satisfacernos.

After the Spanish publication of the 'Précis,' two Andalusian students asked me if it was possible to live without "fundamentación." I answered that it was true that I had found no solid basis anywhere and that I had nonetheless managed to endure, for with the years one got used to everything, even vertigo. Then, too, one does not constantly keep watch and interrogate oneself, absolute lucidity being incompatible with breathing.

After the Spanish publication of the 'Précis,' two Andalusian students asked me if it was possible to live without 'fundamentación.' I answered that it was true that I had found no solid basis anywhere and that I had nonetheless managed to endure, for with the years one got used to everything, even vertigo. Then, too, one does not constantly keep watch and interrogate oneself, absolute lucidity being incompatible with breathing.

I'm not great with heights.

Well, I really don't like heights. I don't get on the top deck of a double-decker because that's a bit high for me. I always feel that I'm going to hurl myself off, so heights are a problem.

Heights make my feet tingle; not sure if that is a phobia, but it isn't the greatest feeling.

She runs, trips and pitches down the stairs, holding her letter. She follows the letter down, down... Blackout. A clatter. Strange sounds—xylophones, brass bands, sounds of falling, sounds of vertigo. Sounds of breathing.

His brain convulsed, his mind split open. Vertigo, hysteria, lurchings and launchings came over him, he staggered and flapped desperately, he was revolted by the thought of known places and dreamed strange migrations.

En el fondo nos da vértigo desde el pozo mirar a la altura. En el fondo nos da cosa, hacernos traición. A mí por lo menos no me agrada ni siquiera la idea, de intentar sustituirte

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

There are, above all, times in which the human reality, always mobile, accelerates, and bursts into vertiginous speeds. Our time is such a one, for it is made of descent and fall.