Quotes About Floating

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Jarod Kintz
“I often wear camouflaged pants so when I walk I look like a floating torso. I love with the same air of mystery.”
Jarod Kintz, Love quotes for the ages. Specifically ages 18-81.

Robert Goolrick
“Sometimes she sat and let her mind go blank and her eyes go out of focus, so that she watched the slow, jerky movements of the motes that floated across her pupils. They amazed her as a child. Now she saw them as a reflection of how she moved, floating listlessly through the world, occasionally bumping into another body without acknowledgment, and then floating on, free and alone.”
Robert Goolrick, A Reliable Wife

Caroline B. Cooney
“She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.”
Caroline B. Cooney, The Face on the Milk Carton

Melissa Kantor
“I was just thoughts, just air. There was nothingness all around me. Was this what it was like to be dead? When you died, did you still sense everything going on around you, only it was happening so far away that you didn't care about it? You were floating through space and time, and nothing that happened to you mattered because nothing really could happen to you because you didn't exist?”
Melissa Kantor, Maybe One Day

“Why did I allow the abuse to continue? Even as a teenager?
I didn’t.
Something that had been plaguing me for years now made sense. It was like the answer to a terrible secret. The thing is, it wasn’t me in my bed, it was Shirley who lay the wondering if that man was going to come to her room, pull back the cover and push his penis into her waiting mouth it was Shirley. I remembered watching her, a skinny little thing with no breasts and a dark resentful expression. She was angry. She didn’t want this man in her room doing the things he did, but she didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t beat her, he didn’t threaten her. He just looked at her with black hypnotic eyes and she lay back with her legs apart thinking about nothing at all.
And where was I? I stood to one side, or hovered overhead just below the ceiling, or rode on a magic carpet. I held my breath and watched my father pushing up and down inside Shirley’s skinny body.”
Alice Jamieson, Today I'm Alice: Nine Personalities, One Tortured Mind

Jarod Kintz
“I plugged the hole up with my thumb, so at least I wouldn’t sink. But it was really uncomfortable floating on that lake with my thumb up my ass.”
Jarod Kintz, A Zebra is the Piano of the Animal Kingdom

“The door suddenly jerks open. A wideeyed
teenager bursts out. She stares at me in dazed horror. In a strange
way, I both know and don’t know what has just happened. As the fragments
begin to converge, they convey a horrible reality: I must have
been hit by this car as I entered the crosswalk. In confused disbelief, I sink
back into a hazy twilight. I find that I am unable to think clearly or to
will myself awake from this nightmare.
A man rushes to my side and drops to his knees. He announces himself
as an off-duty paramedic. When I try to see where the voice is coming
from, he sternly orders, “Don’t move your head.” The contradiction
between his sharp command and what my body naturally wants—to
turn toward his voice—frightens and stuns me into a sort of paralysis.
My awareness strangely splits, and I experience an uncanny “dislocation.”
It’s as if I’m floating above my body, looking down on the unfolding
I am snapped back when he roughly grabs my wrist and takes my
pulse. He then shifts his position, directly above me. Awkwardly, he
grasps my head with both of his hands, trapping it and keeping it from
moving. His abrupt actions and the stinging ring of his command panic
me; they immobilize me further. Dread seeps into my dazed, foggy consciousness:
Maybe I have a broken neck, I think. I have a compelling
impulse to find someone else to focus on. Simply, I need to have someone’s
comforting gaze, a lifeline to hold onto. But I’m too terrified to
move and feel helplessly frozen.”
Peter A. Levine, In an Unspoken Voice: How the Body Releases Trauma and Restores Goodness

“As I feel less overwhelmed, my fear softens and begins to subside. I feel a flicker of hope, then a rolling wave of fiery rage. My body continues to shake and tremble. It is alternately icy cold and feverishly hot. A burning red fury erupts from deep within my belly: How could that stupid kid hit me in a crosswalk? Wasn’t she paying attention? Damn her!
A blast of shrill sirens and flashing red lights block out everything.
My belly tightens, and my eyes again reach to find the woman’s kind gaze. We squeeze hands, and the knot in my gut loosens. I hear my shirt ripping. I am startled and again jump to the vantage
of an observer hovering above my sprawling body. I watch uniformed
strangers methodically attach electrodes to my chest. The Good Samaritan
paramedic reports to someone that my pulse was 170. I hear my shirt ripping even more. I see the emergency team slip a collar onto my neck and then cautiously slide me onto a board. While they strap me down, I hear some garbled radio communication. The paramedics are
requesting a full trauma team. Alarm jolts me. I ask to be taken to the
nearest hospital only a mile away, but they tell me that my injuries may
require the major trauma center in La Jolla, some thirty miles farther.
My heart sinks.”
Peter A. Levine, In an Unspoken Voice: How the Body Releases Trauma and Restores Goodness

“Emptiness is like air. It floats around unseen but you know it's there.”

Jarod Kintz
“I suspended my disbelief, and left it floating in mid air.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title

J. Valor
“It was floating. Waiting.

It had no sense of how long It had been in this state. Its awareness had retreated into a tiny core at the center of Its being, away from the searing torment of separation, Its very essence ripped apart. Never had It known such sensation. So It had retreated, further and deeper, wrapping Itself in a cocoon of Light; waiting only for a call, for an opening, that It might be reunited with Its Beloved. Waiting until...

Something stirred within. Suddenly, there is a reaching, a pulling. Its awareness opens and It is caught in a field of gravity. It plunges down, irresistibly down toward the blue planet, unable to control or navigate.”
J. Valor, Salome

Criss Jami
“Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.”
Criss Jami

Giorge Leedy

As busy as an ice cream freezer,
On a Sunday getting hotter,
Happy is the honey eater-
The busy ocean otter,
Floating alongside Teter,
On a sea full of water.”
Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

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