Avalanche Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
we-never-had-hope-we-never-stood-chance-sweeping-all-before-it-were-standing-in-its-path-love-avalanche-love-avalanche-love-love-love-love-love-drop-dead-valentine
what-if-im-no-better-than-you-what-if-instead-stopping-you-im-just-another-avalanche-leigh-bardugo
whatever-happens-ill-just-keep-moving-forward-like-avalanche
the-avalanche-that039s-closing-on-me
the-one-certainly-for-anyone-in-path-avalanche-is-this-standing-still-is-not-option
a-onepage-breakthrough-starts-avalanche-nancy-k-haddock
the-snowball-selfishness-quickly-becomes-avalanche-angela-lynne-craig
no-snowflake-in-an-avalanche-ever-feels-responsible
each-snowflake-in-avalanche-pleads-not-guilty-stanislaw-jerzy-lec
the-snowflake-never-needs-to-feel-responsible-for-avalanche-jon-ronson
an-avalanche-doesnt-look-back-at-damage-it-causes-marty-rubin
who-can-stop-griefs-avalanche-once-it-starts-to-roll-euripides
it-only-takes-one-voice-at-right-pitch-to-start-avalanche-dianna-hardy
should-each-individual-snowflake-be-held-accountable-for-avalanche-franz-wright
you-can-do-it-in-pajamas-do-it-in-your-pants-we-could-do-it-together-if-you-have-no-other-plans-love-avalanche-etc-drop-dead-valentine
you-feel-that-there-is-avalanche-coming-when-you-meet-right-person
even-largest-avalanche-is-triggered-by-small-things
stand-up-like-mountain-have-faith-like-rock-love-like-avalanche-bob-goff
every-avalanche-was-once-lonely-snowflake-every-flood-was-once-aching-raindrop-jenim-dibie
our-little-pebble-poor-performance-helps-to-start-to-sustain-avalanche-neal-a-maxwell
gods-voice-is-still-and-quiet-and-easily-buried-under-an-avalanche-of-clamour
everything-thats-written-about-me-has-such-negative-taint-it-just-has-life-its-own-like-avalanche-i-dont-think-theres-anything-i-can-do-to-stop-it
culture-is-perishing-in-overproduction-in-avalanche-words-in-madness-quantity
her-own-vague-red-trail-created-livid-atmosphere-she-was-like-avalanche-they-were-her-nostalgia-ej-koh
he-kissed-me-fiercely-with-utter-abandon-that-i-could-no-more-put-halt-to-than-i-could-stop-avalanche-colleen-houck
we-have-one-precious-life-do-something-extraordinary-today-even-if-its-tiny-a-pebble-starts-avalanche-ka-laity
when-everybody-has-access-to-avalanche-information-becoming-master-thinker-is-important-in-your-lifelong-security-stedman-graham
theyre-doing-it-in-england-doing-it-in-france-bali-manila-czeck-finland-japan-love-avalanche-etc-drop-dead-valentine
opening-your-cabinet-seeing-theres-about-to-be-an-avalanche-of-stuff-falling-and-quickly-closing-it-for-the-next-person-to-deal-with
all-men-now-allow-that-if-any-human-power-could-have-stemmed-avalanche-french-revolution-it-would-have-been-reforms-turgot-evelyn-beatrice-hall
disaster-was-avalanche-gathering-speed-with-such-acceleration-that-you-worried-more-about-getting-out-its-path-not-finding-pebble-at-its-center-jodi-picoult
love-is-snowy-like-raincloud-i-left-in-freezer-i-would-ski-on-slope-your-kiss-but-id-be-fearful-avalanche-jarod-kintz
the-men-have-piled-up-in-my-past-have-fallen-trenchantly-through-my-life-like-avalanche-that-doesnt-mean-to-kill-but-is-going-to-bury-me-alive-just-same
historical-change-is-like-avalanche-the-starting-point-is-snow-covered-mountainside-that-looks-solid-all-changes-take-place-under-surface-are-rather-invisible
when-shamings-are-delivered-like-remotely-administered-drone-strikes-nobody-needs-to-think-about-how-ferocious-our-collective-power-might-be-the-snowflake-never-needs-to-feel-res
my-family-moved-to-aspen-colorado-where-we-had-avalanche-danger-days-that-kept-us-from-going-to-school-climbed-14000-foot-peaks-as-part-my-education-i-learned-to-snowboard
coming-on-unstoppable-coming-on-in-waves-so-irresistible-dont-want-to-be-saved-love-avalanche-etc-drop-dead-valentine
so-voice-in-mountain-is-enough-to-let-loose-avalanche-a-word-too-much-may-be-followed-by-caving-in-if-word-had-not-been-spoken-it-would-not-have-victor-hugo
every-avalanche-begins-with-movement-single-snowflake-my-hope-is-to-move-snowflake
when-i-search-for-man-in-technique-style-europe-i-see-only-succession-negations-man-avalanche-murders-frantz-fanon
when-i-said-yes-it-implies-till-death-forever-thence-when-i-said-love-it-connotes-trust-allied-in-situations-tough-and-today-when-i-hold-your-hand-i-am-prepared-to-stand-any-trou
i-wanna-survive-avalanche-i-wanna-be-one-those-people-dog-finds-buried-under-ton-snow-almost-dying-starvation-tre-cool
what-advice-i-would-give-to-anybody-about-anything-life-is-slowmotion-avalanche-none-us-are-steering-when-asked-in-interview-about-what-question-donald-e-westlake
skate-on-thin-ice-ice-stars-to-crack-rock-starts-rolling-we-cant-hold-it-back-love-avalanche-etc-drop-dead-valentine
desire-is-storm-greed-is-whirlpool-pride-is-precipice-attachment-is-avalanche-ego-is-volcano-discard-desire-you-are-liberated-sathya-sai-baba
even-in-good-families-bad-apple-can-begin-avalanche-troubles-dutch-said-as-he-sat-back-in-his-wellseasoned-armchair-lighting-his-curved-rustic-pipe-from-book-i-in-blood-there-is-
passionately-obsessed-by-anything-we-love-avalanche-magic-flattens-way-ahead-levels-rules-reasons-dissents-bears-us-with-it-over-chasms-fears-doubts-richard-bach
say-this-is-what-pain-made-you-open-open-open-road-avalanche-feel-it-all-andrea-gibson
what-i-do-know-is-that-with-celebritys-death-comes-avalanche-media-in-that-media-is-most-often-another-death-it-takes-life-that-is-filled-with-complicated-talent-hope-success-dri
but-im-neva-did-look-back-neva-did-glance-neva-know-im-would-tumble-ova-like-avalanche-mama-dung-inna-di-hole-im-dont-buy-her-lamp-not-line-not-buju-banton
love-avalanche-love-avalanche-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-avalanche-drop-dead-valentine
i-covered-hockey-for-few-years-in-late-90s-early-2000s-for-colorado-springs-gazette-i-covered-avalanche-for-some-glory-years-ive-done-hockey-off-on-as-sportswriter-but-never-play
If you wear black, then kindly, irritating strangers will touch your arm consolingly and inform you that the world keeps on turning. They're right. It does. However much you beg it to stop. It turns and lets grenadine spill over the horizon, sends hard bars of gold through my window and I wake up and feel happy for three seconds and then I remember. It turns and tips people out of their beds and into their cars, their offices, an avalanche of tiny men and women tumbling through life... All trying not to think about what's waiting at the bottom. Sometimes it turns and sends us reeling into each other's arms. We cling tight, excited and laughing, strangers thrown together on a moving funhouse floor. Intoxicated by the motion we forget all the risks. And then the world turns... And somebody falls off... And oh God it's such a long way down. Numb with shock, we can only stand and watch as they fall away from us, gradually getting smaller... Receding in our memories until they're no longer visible. We gather in cemeteries, tense and silent as if for listening for the impact; the splash of a pebble dropped into a dark well, trying to measure its depth. Trying to measure how far we have to fall. No impact comes; no splash. The moment passes. The world turns and we turn away, getting on with our lives... Wrapping ourselves in comforting banalities to keep us warm against the cold. "Time's a great healer." "At least it was quick." "The world keeps turning." Oh Alec- Alec's dead.

Alan Moore
if-you-wear-black-then-kindly-irritating-strangers-will-touch-your-arm-consolingly-inform-you-that-world-keeps-on-turning-theyre-right-it-does-however-much-you-beg-it-to-stop-it-
Good is to be found neither in the sermons of religious teachers and prophets, nor in the teachings of sociologists and popular leaders, nor in the ethical systems of philosophers... And yet ordinary people bear love in their hearts, are naturally full of love and pity for any living thing. At the end of the day's work they prefer the warmth of the hearth to a bonfire in the public square. Yes, as well as this terrible Good with a capital 'G', there is everyday human kindness. The kindness of an old woman carrying a piece of bread to a prisoner, the kindness of a soldier allowing a wounded enemy to drink from his water-flask, the kindness of youth towards age, the kindness of a peasant hiding an old Jew in his loft. The kindness of a prison guard who risks his own liberty to pass on letters written by a prisoner not to his ideological comrades, but to his wife and mother. The private kindness of one individual towards another; a petty, thoughtless kindness; an unwitnessed kindness. Something we could call senseless kindness. A kindness outside any system of social or religious good. But if we think about it, we realize that this private, senseless, incidental kindness is in fact eternal. It is extended to everything living, even to a mouse, even to a bent branch that a man straightens as he walks by. Even at the most terrible times, through all the mad acts carried out in the name of Universal Good and the glory of States, times when people were tossed about like branches in the wind, filling ditches and gullies like stones in an avalanche - even then this senseless, pathetic kindness remained scattered throughout life like atoms of radium.

Vasily Grossman
good-is-to-be-found-neither-in-sermons-religious-teachers-prophets-nor-in-teachings-sociologists-popular-leaders-nor-in-ethical-systems-philosophers-and-yet-ordinary-people-bear-
As a fantasist, I well understand the power of escapism, particularly as relates to romance. But when so many stories aimed at the same audience all trumpet the same message - And Lo! There shall be Two Hot Boys, one of them your Heart's Intended, the other a vain Pretender who is also hot and with whom you shall have guilty makeouts before settling down with your One True Love - I am inclined to stop viewing the situation as benign and start wondering why, for instance, the heroines in these stories are only ever given a powerful, magical destiny of great importance to the entire world so long as fulfilling it requires male protection, guidance and companionship, and which comes to an end just as soon as they settle their inevitable differences with said swain and start kissing. I mean to invoke is something of the danger of mob rule, only applied to narrative and culture. Viz: that the comparative harmlessness of individuals does not prevent them from causing harm en masse. Take any one story with the structure mentioned above, and by itself, there's no problem. But past a certain point, the numbers begin to tell - and that poses a tricky question. In the case of actual mobs, you'll frequently find a ringleader, or at least a core set of agitators: belligerent louts who stir up feeling well beyond their ability to contain it. In the case of novels, however, things aren't so clear cut. Authors tell the stories they want to tell, and even if a number of them choose to write a certain kind of narrative either in isolation or inspired by their fellows, holding any one of them accountable for the total outcome would be like trying to blame an avalanche on a single snowflake. Certainly, we may point at those with the greatest (arguable) influence or expostulate about creative domino effects, but as with the drop that breaks the levee, it is impossible to try and isolate the point at which a cluster of stories became a culture of stories - or, for that matter, to hold one particular narrative accountable for the whole.

Foz Meadows
as-fantasist-i-well-understand-power-escapism-particularly-as-relates-to-romance-but-when-many-stories-aimed-at-same-audience-all-trumpet-same-message-and-lo-there-shall-be-two-h
We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy, like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck. The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss. The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss. The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad sometimes kiss. The I know your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road, with its purple thumb out. If you were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's red door just to see how it fits. Oh where does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile. Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling. Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss. Now what? Don't invite the kiss over and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey. It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of your body without saying good-bye, and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left on the inside of your mouth. You must nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow, then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C. But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Jeffrey McDaniel
we-live-in-modern-society-husbands-wives-dont-grow-on-trees-like-in-old-days-so-where-does-one-find-love-when-youre-sixteen-its-easy-like-being-unleashed-with-credit-card-in-depa
Milton's Eve! Milton's Eve!... Milton tried to see the first woman; but Cary, he saw her not... I would beg to remind him that the first men of the earth were Titans, and that Eve was their mother: from her sprang Saturn, Hyperion, Oceanus; she bore Prometheus" - "Pagan that you are! what does that signify?" "I say, there were giants on the earth in those days: giants that strove to scale heaven. The first woman's breast that heaved with life on this world yielded the daring which could contend with Omnipotence: the stregth which could bear a thousand years of bondage, - the vitality which could feed that vulture death through uncounted ages, - the unexhausted life and uncorrupted excellence, sisters to immortality, which after millenniums of crimes, struggles, and woes, could conceive and bring forth a Messiah. The first woman was heaven-born: vast was the heart whence gushed the well-spring of the blood of nations; and grand the undegenerate head where rested the consort-crown of creation... I saw - I now see - a woman-Titan: her robe of blue air spreads to the outskirts of the heath, where yonder flock is grazing; a veil white as an avalanche sweeps from hear head to her feet, and arabesques of lighting flame on its borders. Under her breast I see her zone, purple like that horizon: through its blush shines the star of evening. Her steady eyes I cannot picture; they are clear - they are deep as lakes - they are lifted and full of worship - they tremble with the softness of love and the lustre of prayer. Her forehead has the expanse of a cloud, and is paler than the early moon, risen long before dark gathers: she reclines her bosom on the ridge of Stilbro' Moor; her mighty hands are joined beneath it. So kneeling, face to face she speaks with God. That Eve is Jehova's daughter, as Adam was His son.

Charlotte Bronte«
miltons-eve-miltons-eve-milton-tried-to-see-first-woman-but-cary-he-saw-her-not-i-would-beg-to-remind-him-that-first-men-earth-were-titans-that-eve-was-their-mother-from-her-spra