Quotes About Cling

H]er mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by[.]

None of us are sovereign over others, although to such ill-omened thoughts we cling.

Every surface I touched was sticky; the cutlery, tables, trays and chairs clung to us like lonely drunks.

Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs" (Jonah 2:8).

Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cling to if you want to live decently and would like to die easy!

This attachment to the body also deeply conditions our fear of death. The more we cling, the harder it is to let go.

There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull How do you hang on to someone who won't stay And how do you get rid of someone who won't go

There'd be no molecules, no chemistry and, hence, no life without static cling.

But leaders need to be mostly dead. People want solid monuments to cling to, not confused men like themselves.

They would drift away like people did if there was nothing to tie them down or hold them steady.

Say a word, say a thousand to me on the telephone and I shall choose the wrong one to cling to as though you had said it after long deliberation when only I provoked it from you, I will cling to it from among a thousand, to be provoked and hurl it back with something I mean no more than you meant that, something for you to cling to and retreat clinging to.

If you are bathed In God's Forgiveness-Light, Then no dust of earth Will be able to cling to you.

The highest form of prayer is to the goodness of God. . . . God only desires that our soul cling to him with all of its strength, in particular, that it clings to his goodness.

Nor time nor placeDid then adhere.

I struggled for something to cling to, the way soldiers in foxholes picture their families, or a flag. My car, I thought crazily. This fucker crashed the Wongmobile. And for that, he must taste death.

only- we aren't always willing to make the exchange. We are apt to still cling to- our skeletons.

the rules of transcendence insist that you will not advance even one inch closer to divinity as long as you cling to even one last seductive thread of blame.

I MYSELF HAVE CLUNG TO EXISTENCE LIKE A BARNACLE TO A BOAT BOTTOM

I'd clung to her like a tragic little koala

Xas reappeared and showed every sign of winding himself around Sobran permanently, like -Sobran complained - some parasitic vine.

Lying in bed for a few days wouldn't help enact the kind of personality overhaul it would take to pull me away from my well-established pattern of mapping out escape routes, clinging to them like vines, and then watching as these lifeless forces suddenly pushed me away, though I continued to hold on for dear life.

I was a ghost, a skeletal frame of bones and sweat, a distraction for a night, barely something to cling to in the dark, a blank canvas on which to project whoever it was that they actually desired… I was a way station, a stopping-off point, to fill up and get off and move on.

Though this universe I own, I possess not a thing, for I cannot know the unknown if to the known I cling.

It is strange that the most intangible thing is the most adhesive.