Floating Quote by David Brin Download Open image “Petals floating by, Drift through my woman's hand, As she remembers me.” — David Brin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Floating Flowers Hands Petals Remember Remember me
“All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray, And sowed the sky… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
“I tend the flowers of my mind Watering our memories as they bloom” — Richard L. Ratliff Copy Share Image
She left everlasting imprints in my heart and never-fading memories in my soul — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A rose remains in my hand a memory of memory a kiss as gental as this flower when the petals fall I will know… — Courtney Hood Copy Share Image
That awkward moment when you get the daisy and start to rip off its petals saying Loves, doesn't, loves, doesn't… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“She grazed me like a feather to dazzle away my pain She gazed at me like a moon to nuzzle me all night She… — Kshanasurya Copy Share Image
“I watched her shuffle around, reading tags and smelling flowers, laughing every time or smiling nice—what flowers were supposed to make you do.” — Jennifer Gooch Hummer Copy Share Image
“Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
Flowers swing by the breeze that blows in the evening just like your love makes me dance, sing and get excited each and every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Beware of self-indulgence. The romance surrounding the writing profession carries several myths: that one must suffer in order to be creative; that one must be cantankerous and objectionable in order to be bright; that ego is paramount over skill; that one can rise to a level from which one can tell the reader to go to hell. These myths, if… — David Brin Copy Share
“Men can be brilliant and strong, they whispered to one another. But men can be mad, as well. And the mad ones can ruin the world. Women, you must judge them . . . Never again can things be allowed to reach this pass, they said to one another as they thought of the sacrifice the Scouts had made. Never… — David Brin Copy Share
Strutting and preening is, in fact, the surest sign of an inferiority complex. — David Brin Copy Share Image
“We aren’t a curse upon the world. We are her new eyes. Her brain, testes, ovaries . . . her ambition and her heart.… — David Brin Copy Share Image
If you believe you can make a living as a writer, you already have enough ego. — David Brin Copy Share Image
Historically, central planners have generally done a poor job of managing economic resources - this we've known since the time of the Pharaohs. — David Brin Copy Share Image
A neurosis defends itself by coming up with rationalizations to explain away bizarre behavior. — David Brin Copy Share Image
Alas, criticism has always been what human beings, especially leaders, most hate to hear. — David Brin Copy Share Image
It's how creativity works. Especially in humans. For every good idea, ten thousand idiotic ones must first be posed, sifted, tried out, and discarded.… — David Brin Copy Share Image
Tragedies such as Nevil Shute's 'On the Beach' and Stanley Kubrick's 'Dr Strangelove' are so powerful because there's an underlying assumption that this did… — David Brin Copy Share Image
In contrast, markets - oft mythologized as "natural" are the most unnatural things going. Libertarians will tell you "market laws are laws of nature",… — David Brin Copy Share Image
Heaven? Floating about with everyone you ever knew for eternity? Me family does me 'ed in after one day at xmas, I'd rather be… — Karl Pilkington Copy Share Image
Max—you have a bigger mission than finding the flock's parents. Focus on helping the whole world, not just your friends. I held my wings steady, coasting for a long, long way on a warm updraft. It was like floating on a cloud, the best feeling you can imagine. I wish you could try it with me. Maybe next time. You… — James Patterson Copy Share
There's a video that's been floating around on YouTube where [Baz Luhrmann says], "We were looking for a guy that sounded like a young… — Quindon Tarver Copy Share Image
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
I elbowed my way into the grubby café, bought a pie that tasted of shoe polish and a pot of tea with cork crumbs floating in it, and eavesdropped on a pair of Shetland pony breeders. Despondency makes one hanker after lives one never led. Why have you given your life to books, TC? Dull, dull, dull! The memoirs are… — David Mitchell Copy Share
Here undoubtedly lies the chief poetic energy: - in the force of imagination that pierces or exalts the solid fact, instead of floating among… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'd say that golf is about 75% mental. If your state of mind gets out of kilter, you're worse off than a tomcat floating… — Sam Snead Copy Share Image
If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under water when… — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
And the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door; And his… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, I felt like I'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that I knew where she was, I kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share