Quotes About Blur

The Universal view melts things into a blur.

The shimmering field of the veil around us made us look like blurs in the air, maybe a little bit more obvious than a Predator.

The stories are endless, infinitely familiar, traded by the faithful like baseball cards, fondled until they fray around the edges and blur into the apocryphal.

After Princeton, the years seem like a blur, but the days seem more like rapid fire. - Donald Rumsfeld in Year of Magical Thinking

Fast never saw us go.

The service passed in a blur of words she wasn't sure she got right, and then the cool touch of the ring sliding onto her fingers, and then the warm pressure of Shane's lips on hers.

It was a blur," people say. What they really mean is the impossibility of anyone truly entering such an experience from outside, the futility of explanation.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

indistinctness is my forte...

You know what you do? You know how rain takes the colour out of everything? That's what you do to the English language. You blur it every time you open your mouth.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

Time to photoshop my life. Touch up the edges, adjust the tones, blur out the background, focus on me, and crop people out.

It might be nice to need glasses because when you take them off, the world becomes a nice, big blur. There's something safe and cozy about that.

Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

The ceremony went by in a blur, but Mendanbar was pretty sure he hadn't made any mistakes because suddenly he was kissing Cimorene and everyone was cheering. He felt like cheering himself, except he would have had to stop kissing Cimorene.

Almost like being in the nightmare, that same feverish blur of the world slipping off its axis, but this time he was the one in control, this time he was the nightmare.

Speed kills colour... the gyroscope, when turning at full speed, shows up gray.

The tuba was a golden blur. The horn player seemed to be winking at me. And then there were the other partnered girls sailing by us in silk dresses, gardenias tucked like stars into their hair.