Quotes About Weightless

Cornelia tottered. Mercurio supported her. With pleasure in the acting, she courteously did not throw her weight upon him, he courteously pretended she was weightless. They were confederates.

Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing.

La historia es igual de leve que una vida humana singular, insoportablemente leve, leve como una pluma, como el polvo que flota, como aquello que mañana ya no existirá.

The absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant

I have this one little saying, when things get too heavy just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

for Capitol residents, being a real person means a kind of birdlike flight, freed from any kind of gravity - aesthetic, ethical, or relational - an effortless flapping of weightless wings on the way forward toward the always receding and ever more lurid 'final word in entertainment'.

A]nd the unveiled figure Of the self stepping unclothed, sweetly stripped Of its leaf, into starlight, and the shadow of night, The cold water warm around the narrow ankles, The body at its most weightless, a thing so durable It will–like the carved stone figures holding up The temple roof–stand and remember its gods Long after those gods have been forsaken. —Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from "Plants Fed On by Fawns," The Orchard (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2004)

being in love is to be relieved of gravity.

Falling in love isn't about expectations or an outcome.It is about the sheer, weightless, joyous terror of falling into the universal embrace.

It is snowing. The flakes stream into the torchlight like a crowd flowing across a bridge, each one unknowably different, all exactly the same. But look up and the snow piles out of the dark like a weightless waterfall, tumbling from a black nowhere to your face. Snow at night is like the roof falling in, quietly.

ella se iba desprendiendo de mi abrazo, y su espíritu, cada vez más etéreo, ya no me pesaba como antes. A los cinco días ella dio sus primeros pasos por los alrededores, mientras yo dormitaba, pero no estaba lista para seguir su viaje sola y volvió a mi lado

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing.

If you want to fly, you have to give up everything that weighs you down.

So, what happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn't—so you get strangled by your own bra. Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit—so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

So, what happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn't - so you get strangled by your own bra. Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit - so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

This is what I know: memory is the same as water. It permeates and saturates. Quenches and satiates. It can hold you up or pull you under; render you weightless or drown you. It is tangible, but elusive.

all I had were words, which are as light and flimsy as air.

I've never felt so... light.

Here in London, however, without the manacle of her tragedies, divorced even from her name, her identity feels so light it might simply float away.

she had felt weightless and carefree, as if she could go back to a bright, hard, selfish time when she had only herself to think about.

She felt as if her body had been pumped full of helium, as if she might float right up into the sky if he let go of her hand. He

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it "wind tossed." If only she knew.

It was astonishingly light, to hold all the hope and future of a great race within it.

I couldn't swallow. It had to be wrong. We had to be able to rewind. It couldn't be real. It felt so weightless. It felt like an idea, a particle of dust floating around in the air that hadn't landed yet.