Quotes About Trickle

Ponzi schemes don't trickle down, they siphon up.

The greatest things often lie concealed in the most insignificant, as in a mustard seed, or in the tiny trickle which is the beginning of a mighty river.

The snow was fine and powdery. She could see how the wind might have caught the tiny flakes. It was deep enough to trickle into her boots. Thank God for fat legs so there wasn't much of a gap.

There's a constant drip and trickle of life that goes into one's awareness really and consciousness of things.

I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.

Then, as understanding began to trickle through his shock, he felt an escalating sense of horror. It had finally happened; he had finally lost enough of his mind so that other people would be able to *tell*.

IDEAS TRICKLE OUT OF SCIENCE, into the flow of commerce, where they drift into the less predictable eddies of art and philosophy.

Emotion doesn't travel in a straight line. Like water, our feelings trickle down through cracks and crevices, seeking out the little pockets of neediness and neglect, the hairline fractures in our character usually hidden from public view. Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.

Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing down with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped.

Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped.

Give tax breaks to large corporations, so that money can trickle down to the general public, in the form of extra jobs.

A net across the Little Trickle won't catch fish in the Watercress River.

A slow trickle of lust crawled painfully down the parched gully of desire, and ended feebly in dry fumbling lechery.

My philosophy has always been that benefits should percolate up rather than trickle down.

Fashions no longer trickle down, they usually bubble up from various subcultures, but contrary to what Polhemus believed, the creators of street style do not naturally evolve a pure and unchanging style, in contrast to fashion's artificial promotion of new, trendy fashions.

Should this be the end of the story? a kind of sigh? a last ripple of the wave? A trickle of water to some gutter where, burbling, it dies away?

They would trickle out in dribs and drabs, memories surfacing suddenly, prompted by the merest thread, the way memories often do.

they both knew all the details would be a long time in coming. They would trickle out in dribs and drabs, memories surfacing suddenly, prompted by the merest thread, the way memories often do.

just a cement culvert tagged with indignant graffiti, a trickle of sour shallow water rippling through

Wishing is like water caught in a dam. You let a little trickle of it escape and you don't think it's much, but in no time the trickle has worn a channel and the edges fall in and the water's doubled and then you get a flood carrying everything away.

The ghosts who had come with them were hurrying towards the town, so many that they looked like the grains of sand that trickle towards the hole of an hourglass

The water of grace. A sponge to thirsty lips. A trickle and then a flood. Hope.

Sleep finally comes like a summer dry river, a trickle that's shallow and splits around rocks and downed branches and tree roots, dividing and dividing, till by morning it's the thin bead of gathered morning dew, dripping lazy off the army tent overhead.