Sunk Quotes

1. "- Pieprzylas sie z nim, tak? - Musisz byc taka wulgarna? - Oj, zapomnialam, ze ty podczas stosunku zawsze slyszysz dzwieki kwartetu skrzypcowego w tle. Nie chcialabym zagluszyc skrzypiec, ale lepiej zebys zbudzila sie z tych marzen."
Author: Alastair MacNeill

2. "Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons."
Author: Aldous Huxley

3. "And with light lips yet full of their swift smile,And hands that wist not though they dug a grave,Undid the hasps of gold, and drank, and gave,And he drank after, a deep glad kingly draught:And all their life changed in them, for they quaffedDeath; if it be death so to drink, and fareAs men who change and are what these twain were.And shuddering with eyes full of fear and fireAnd heart-stung with a serpentine desireHe turned and saw the terror in her eyesThat yearned upon him shining in such wiseAs a star midway in the midnight fixed. Their Galahault was the cup, and she that mixed;Nor other hand there needed, nor sweet speechTo lure their lips together; each on eachHung with strange eyes and hovered as a birdWounded, and each mouth trembled for a world;Their heads neared, and their hands were drawn in one,And they saw dark, though still the unsunken sunFar through fine rain shot fire into the south;And their four lips became one burning mouth."
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne

4. "Strong people stick to their morals, no matter what the trials and tribulations, Weak people, many a times, do not even realize how low they have sunk."
Author: Amish Tripathi

5. "Shame, which is the reluctance to be who we're not even sure we are, could end up being the deepest thing about us, deeper even than who we are, as though beyond identity were buried reefs and sunken cities teeming with creatures as we couldn't begin to name because they came long before us."
Author: André Aciman

6. "I had become a girl, then a woman, living in shadow, who could not bear the weight of her own heart - my heart, sunk as stone, silt cradled at the bottom of a lake.It was easy to live in that place for all those years. I had eroticized myself as unbreakable: beyond the reach of any lover I lay with, protected. Fiercely independent, I was a girl who could accelerate from 0 to 140 in ten seconds flat, a good-time girl who left them wanting more.When I started to want more for myself, when that lake became too murky to navigate, I wrestled with the big lie that had become the bedrock of my gender, my desire, my whole self: I am unbreakable. I am not broken."
Author: Anna Camilleri

7. "If I had married someone wealthy when I was young, I would have sunk like a stone. Being skint makes life quite clear. You've got to take that job."
Author: Anna Chancellor

8. "Me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew"
Author: Arthur Conan Doyle

9. "After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom."
Author: Arthur Golden

10. "Save me, God, for the water has risen to my neck. I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no footing. Psalm 69:1–2"
Author: Beth Moore

11. "Hey," he said. "Hi." Oh, damn. It was awkward."What're you doing?""Shearing a sheep. It's cold outside, and I need a new hat."He paused. "You're joking, right?""Yes, Marshall." I gnawed on my fingers some more and sunk back in my chair."
Author: Chanelle Gray

12. "She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him awayfrom the sunken wreck he had a dream of raising; and looked at himwith eyes which assuredly, in association with her patient face,her fragile figure, her spare dress, and the wind and rain, did notturn him from his purpose of helping her."
Author: Charles Dickens

13. "Don't" be shocked, Jane," he murmured as he lifted her higher, and poised her at the tip of his cock. "Don?t be embarrassed. Not with me. You?re gorgeous, and everything about you is perfect." She nodded, met his gaze, and they held each other as she sunk down slowly upon him, impaling herself. She cried out, her hand flying to her lower belly. "Feel me all the way up there, do you my love?" She nodded, began to move, and he let her, just felt her body move and undulate beneath his palms."
Author: Charlotte Featherstone

14. "Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be."
Author: Cormac McCarthy

15. "And you know what happens when a ship gets too many rats on board? It sinks. That's what. I wondered if a ship had ever really sunk that way."
Author: David Wong

16. "For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue."
Author: Edith Wharton

17. "- Wydaje mi sie, ciociu, ze oni chcieliby widziec ten szpital innym, niz naprawde jest. Jakby czlowiek przychodzil do szpitala tylko po to, zeby wyzdrowiec. A przeciez przychodzi sie tutaj takze po to, zeby umrzec.- Masz racje, Oskarze. Mysle zreszta, ze popelnia sie ten sam blad w stosunku do zycia w ogóle. Zapominamy, ze zycie jest kruche, delikatne, ze nie trwa wiecznie. Zachowujemy sie wszyscy, jakbysmy byli niesmiertelni."
Author: Éric Emmanuel Schmitt

18. "Fiatal vagyok, húszesztendos; de az életbol nem ismerek semmi mást, csak a kétségbeesést, a halált, a félelmet s a legesztelenebb felületességek összekapcsolódását a szenvedés örvényével. Látom, hogy népeket hajszolnak egymás ellen, s a népek hallgatva, tudatlanul, ostobán, engedelmesen, ártatlanul megölik egymást. Látom, hogy a világ legokosabb agyveloi fegyvereket és frázisokat találnak ki, hogy mindezt még rafináltabbá és tartósabbá tehessék. S velem együtt látja ezt minden korombeli ember itt és odaát, az egész világon, velem együtt éli át az én nemzedékem. Mit csinálnak majd az apáink, ha egyszer fölállunk, eléjük lépünk, és számadást követelünk? Mit várnak tolünk, ha majd eljön egy olyan ido, amikor nem lesz háború? Esztendokön át az ölés volt a foglalkozásunk – ez volt az elso hivatásunk az életben. Az életrol való tudásunk a halálra szorítkozik. Mi történhetik még ezután? És mi lehet belolünk?"
Author: Erich Maria Remarque

19. "The buried talent is the sunken rock on which most lives strike and founder."
Author: Frederick William Faber

20. "My life in this pit will soon enter its fifth year. For more than forty-two months, I have thought hate, have lain down with hate in my heart, have dreamed hate and awakened with hate. I suffocate in the knowledge that I am the prisoner of a horde of vicious apes, and I rack my brain over the perpetual riddle of how this same people which so jealously watched over its rights a few years ago can have sunk into this stupor, in which it not only allows itself to be dominated by the street-corner idlers of yesterday, but actually, height of shame, is incapable any longer of perceiving its shame for the shame that it is."
Author: Friedrich Reck Malleczewen

21. "We need to return from the self-centred concept of sincerity to the other-centred concept of truth. We are not isolated free choosers, monarchs of all we survey, but benighted creatures sunk in a reality whose nature we are constantly and overwhelmingly tempted to deform by fantasy. Our current picture of freedom encourages a dream-like facility; whereas what we require is a renewed sense of the difficulty and complexity of the moral life and the opacity of persons. We need more concepts in terms of which to picture the substance of our being; it is through an enriching and deepening of concepts that moral progress takes place. Simone Weil said that morality was a matter of attention not of will. We need a new vocabulary of attention."
Author: Iris Murdoch

22. "All along I believed that I was important to Travis; that he needed me. But in that moment, I felt like the shiny new toy Parker said I was. He wanted to prove to Parker that I was still his. His."I'm nobody's," I said to the empty room.As the words sunk in, I was overwhelmed with the grief I'd felt from the night before. I belonged to no one.I'd never felt so alone in my life."
Author: Jamie McGuire

23. "Common sense, common care, common prudence, were all sunk in Mrs. Dashwood's romantic delicacy."
Author: Jane Austen

24. "It has sunk him, I cannot say how much it has sunk him in my opinion. So unlike what a man should be!-None of that upright integrity, that strict adherence to truth and principle, that distain of trick and littleness, which a man should display in every transaction of his life."
Author: Jane Austen

25. "Chivalry, stimulating conversations, everything is said to be a lost art nowadays. But nothing is a lost art, unless it's a sunken statue—in a river of lava."
Author: Jarod Kintz

26. "I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty."
Author: Jean Genet

27. "Shakespeare shook his head and sunk his chin into his ruff, making him look more owl-like than ever. "I have written about other worlds often enough. I have said what I can say. There are many kinds of reality. This is but one kind."
Author: Jeanette Winterson

28. "Girls forbidden to dance would only attract husbands with bad complexions and sunken chests."
Author: Jeffrey Eugenides

29. "Jane Francklyne, born in 1565, had lived for less than a month. She left very little behind. She was buried in the Ecton churchyard, but her father would hardly have paid a carver to engrave so small a stone. If not for the parish register, there would be no record that this Jane Francklyne had ever lived at all. History is what is written and can be found; what isn't saved is lost, sunken and rotted, eaten by the earth."
Author: Jill Lepore

30. "American cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash -- all of them -- surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered with rubbish. Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use. In this, if no other way, we can see the wild an reckless exuberance of our production, and waste seems to be the index. Driving along I thought how in France or Italy every item of these thrown-out things would have been saved and used for something. This is not said in criticism of one system or the other but I do wonder whether there will come a time when we can no longer afford our wastefulness -- chemical wastes in the rivers, metal wastes everywhere, and atomic wastes buried deep in the earth or sunk in the sea. When an Indian village became too deep in its own filth, the inhabitants moved. And we have no place to which to move."
Author: John Steinbeck

31. "Oh, we women know things you don't know, you teachers, you readers and writers of books, we are the ones who wait around libraries when it's time to leave, or sit drinking coffee alone in the kitchen; we make crazy plans for marriage but have no man, we dream of stealing men, we are the ones who look slowly around when we get off a bus and can't even find what we are looking for, can't quite remember how we got there, we are always wondering what will come next, what terrible thing will come next. We are the ones who leaf through magazines with colored pictures and spend long heavy hours sunk in our bodies, thinking, remembering, dreaming, waiting for something to come to us and give a shape to so much pain."
Author: Joyce Carol Oates

32. "Warum man schreibt, ist eine Frage die sich der Schriftsteller, völlig versunken in seine Arbeit, nicht stellt. Theorien sind das Gebiet derer, die nicht handeln."
Author: Joyce Carol Oates

33. "I hope your future includes me. I mean, someone has to continue to kick your butt in pool." Noah laughed as he snagged his fingers around my belt loops and dragged me closer. "I was letting you win." "Please." His eyes had about fallen out of his head when I'd sunk a couple of balls off the break. "You were losing. Badly." I wondered if he also reveled in the warmth of being this close again. "Then I guess I'll have to keep you around. For good. You'll be useful during a hustle." He lowered his forehead to mine and his brown eyes, which had been laughing seconds ago, darkened as he got serious. "I have a lot I want to say to you. A lot I want to apologize for." "Me, too."
Author: Katie McGarry

34. "It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died."
Author: Markus Zusak

35. "Sunku buti menininku. Niekas nesupranta..."
Author: Martynas Starkus

36. "I walked about the isle like a restless spectre, separated from all it loved, and miserable in the separation. When it became noon, and the sun rose higher, I lay down on the grass, and was overpowered by a deep sleep. I had been awake the whole of the preceding night, my nerves were agitated, and my eyes inflamed by watching and misery, The sleep into which I now sunk refreshed me; and when I awoke, I again felt as if I belonged to a race of human beings like myself, and I began to reflect upon what had passed with greater composure; yet still the words of the fiend rung in my ears like a death-knell, they appeared like a dream, yet distinct and oppressive as a reality."
Author: Mary Shelley

37. "Into darkness will I fade,Into a night that Man has made,But through that gloom shall gleam the sunWhen I am lost, and again am won.Release! Release! I call to theeIn new lands across the sea:Let, another on narrow pathways, come to me.Furthest and Highest,yet not beyond reach.Choose thou well a path that will teachHow the sunken is raisedand emptiness is filledand a wandering heart can finally be stilled.Seek the great stone! Mark it well,with a sign.That the one who shall followShall see it is mine,and seeing, shall ponder and certainly knowAs the Ancients have writ: "As above, so below."And I shall guard the Source of Greatness;Waiting by a teardropFrom neither joy nor sorrow born,In silver bound, beneath the ground,I am the spiral horn."
Author: Michael Green

38. "It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost forever. But without conscious instruction, memory had edited and enlarged the finest moments of his life and stored them like masterpieces in the private gallery of his personal history."
Author: Nanci Kincaid

39. "I turn away from the light to the holy, inexpressible, mysterious night. Far away lies the world - sunk into adeep vault, its place waste and lonely. Across my heart strings a low melancholy plays. I will fall in drops of dew and merge with the ashes. Distant memories, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a long life – all arise dressed in grey, like evening mist after sunset. In other lands light haspitched its merry tents. And if it never returned to its children, who would await its dawning with the innocence of faith?"
Author: Novalis

40. "Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world -- sunk in a deep grave -- waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes. -- The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?"
Author: Novalis

41. "He was like some prophet of old, scourging the sins of the people. He leaped about in a frenzy of inspiration till I feared he would do himself an injury. Sometimes he expressed himself in a somewhat odd manner, but every word carried conviction. He showed me New York in its true colours. He showed me the vanity and wickedness of sitting in gilded haunts of vice, eating lobster when decent people should be in bed.'He said that the tango and the fox-trot were devices of the devil to drag people down into the Bottomless Pit. He said that there was more sin in ten minutes with a negro banjo orchestra than in all the ancient revels of Nineveh and Babylon. And when he stood on one leg and pointed right at where I was sitting and shouted "This means you!" I could have sunk through the floor."
Author: P.G. Wodehouse

42. "We have one of the highest interest rates in the world, and we owe more money per capita than any other country. All we need is a nail hole in the bottom of the boat and we're sunk."
Author: Pauline Hanson

43. "The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness."
Author: Sue Monk Kidd

44. "..the fields might fall to fallow and the birds might stop their song awhile; the growing things might die and lie in silence under snow, while through it all the cold sea wore its face of storms and death and sunken hopes...and yet unseen beneath the waves a warmer current ran that, in its time, would bring the spring."
Author: Susanna Kearsley

45. "Her arms crept around his neck and she sunk her hand into the wavy hair at his nape. He was stealing her senses. She needed to stop this…in just a minute. He was such a good kisser, just the right amount of pressure and passion. She sighed again and moved her hands to his shoulders pushing back."
Author: Tamara Hoffa

46. "While the bodies of young children are usually relaxed and flexible, if experiences of fear are continuous over the years, chronic tightening happens. Our shoulders may become permanently knotted and raised, our head thrust forward, our back hunched, our chest sunken. Rather than a temporary reaction to danger, we develop a permanent suit of armor. We become, as Chogyam Trungpa puts it, "a bundle of tense muscles defending our existence." We often don't even recognize this armor because it feels like such a familiar part of who we are. But we can see it in others. And when we are meditating, we can feel it in ourselves—the tightness, the areas where we feel nothing."
Author: Tara Brach

47. "Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before you as a complete thing, I have to recall things gone far, gone deep, sunk into this life or that and become part of it; dreams, too, things surrounding me, and the inmates, those old half-articulate ghosts who keep up their hauntings by day and night; who turn over in their sleep, who utter their confused cries, who put out their phantom fingers and clutch at me as I try to escape—shadows of people one might have been; unborn selves."
Author: Virginia Woolf

48. "The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension."
Author: Virginia Woolf

49. "I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to marry her.Of course I did, thought Peter; it almost broke my heart too, he thought; and was overcome with his own grief, which rose like a moon looked at from a terrace, ghastly beautiful with light from the sunken day. I was more unhappy than I've ever been since, he thought. And as if in truth he were sitting there on the terrace he edged a little towards Clarissa; put his hand out; raised it; let it fall. There above them it hung, that moon. She too seemed to be sitting with him on the terrace, in the moonlight."
Author: Virginia Woolf

50. "Szellemi lábjegyzetként, amely valamikor még jól jöhet, Vanban fölvillant a gondolat: a napszemüveg vagy bármely egyéb vizuális segédeszköz, amely kétségkívül eltorzítja a „tér"-érzékelésünket, vajon nincs-e hatással a beszédstílusunkra is."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov

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