Quotes About Blurry

There's a thin, blurry line between humor and tragedy.

Especially in quail hunting, where the hunter is so focused on the bird that it makes everything else blurry. The bottom line in terms of bird hunting is what we call shooting zones.

Reszt? pami?tam s?abo i zarazem wyra?nie.

If history starts as a guest list, it has a tendency to end like the memory of a drunken party: misheard, blurred, fragmentary.

individual family. It showed an infant's face blown up so big it was blurry.

But there was in the air that kind of distortion that bent you a little; it caused your usual self to grow slippery, to wander off and shop, to get blurry, bleed, bevel with possibility.

she didn't remember much else.

The sense of growing panic, the feeling that gibberish is being passed off as coherent conversation, the fear that the world is engaged in meaningless discourse masquerading as meaningful exchange—these are the blurry states individuals with ADD negotiate each day.

It's funny, because I did all of these interviews as soon as I had the baby, and they were asking questions, and I really didn't have an idea of anything, because I was so blurry.

I'm very near-sighted and can hardly see without my glasses.

Every time we have been drunk on Jager it's been - either we didn't remember or it's been insane.

promising the possibility of discovery while all along dissolving into chaotic ambiguities too blurry to ever completely comprehend.

It's funny, because I did all of these interviews as soon as I had the baby, and they were asking questions, and I really didn't have an idea of anything, because I was so blurry.

Then you check for paraphernalia, always bearing in mind that the line between cosplay, magic practice, and niche sex play can get pretty blurry.

The distinction between reality and fiction in America seems like it is becoming really blurry. With its religious fanaticism, reality TV programs and fake news broadcasts being aired by the government, the States feel like they are entering the Dark Ages.

I can't see straight. But that's okay.

Stars danced in front of Mandred's eyes. The pain . . . he could barely breathe. A blow to the chest knocked him off balance. A second sent him sprawling. He blinked, trying to see clearly again. The elf was so fast that his movements were blurry, almost ghostlike.

Online you could form your own opinion of what was going on and your opinion was, likely as not, different from the next person's, and there was no real way to determine which of you was right, and the boundary between what was in your mind and what was in the world beyond was blurry, so blurry there was almost no boundary at all.

But it was a twilight sleep, semiconscious and mindful for a few minutes at a time, until his thoughts would lose coherence and stray into blurry wisps that were to real dreams as cobwebs are to spiderwebs.

By midnight Theresa was yawning steadily, and Garrett suggested that she get some sleep. But I came down here to see you, she protested drowsily. But if you don't get your sleep, I'll look blurry.

that time had a funny way of dimming the edges of reality until only something blurry remained

No I just feel a little dizzy. You know, like when you try to read the newspaper in the car and all the lines start waving around and go blurry?" "That doesn't happen to me" "Oh.

In the wet starlight and on the wet ground. The lake lay in the mist, its ice half drowned. A blurry shape stepped off the reedy bank Into a crackling, gulping swamp, and sank.

The only reason I'm getting glasses at all is because Mom and Dad didn't give me a choice. Otherwise, I'd be perfectly content to walk around in a blurry haze for the rest of my life.