Leaking 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
he-peered-down-at-me-jesus-christ-youre-leaking-if-by-leaking-he-meant-sobbing-like-girl-i-guess-lili-st-crow
you-cant-help-parts-yourself-leaking-into-other-characters
that-old-feeling-is-still-in-my-leaking-heart-william-s-burroughs
leaking-classified-material-is-concern-robert-mueller
speakers-leaking-voices-speaking-bodies
i-would-say-that-pat-robertson-is-way-out-on-his-own-in-leaking-life-raft-on-this-one-richard-land
if-you-run-from-leaking-roof-youll-end-up-with-flood-mahmoud-abbas
we-cannot-have-people-leaking-classified-information-at-any-level-we-certainly-take-that-seriously-would-not-ignore-that
if-youre-going-to-love-someone-something-then-dont-be-slow-leaking-faucetbe-hurricane-shannon-l-alder
yeah-the-roof-is-leaking-i-dont-give-a-damn
somewhere-far-down-there-was-itch-in-his-heart-but-he-made-it-point-not-to-scratch-it-he-was-afraid-what-might-come-leaking-out-markus-zusak
wait-let-me-grab-you-some-tissue-your-bullshit-is-leaking-out-the-sides-of-your-mouth
spring-rain-leaking-through-roof-dripping-from-wasps-nest-matsuo-basho
usually-you-kind-give-president-pass-on-leaking-confidential-stuff-candy-crowley
i-need-therapy-after-writing-its-like-leaking-blood-from-stone-its-brutally-difficult-but-worth-it
but-it-seems-shed-wanted-children-after-all-because-when-she-was-told-shed-been-accidentally-sterilized-she-could-feel-all-light-leaking-out-her-margaret-atwood
cery-so-hem-tell-me-why-i-shouldnt-see-how-many-holes-i-need-to-make-before-you-start-leaking-money-trudi-canavan
shes-forgetting-ellen-said-to-jack-plumping-herself-down-on-chair-all-her-life-is-leaking-out-her-soon-there-will-be-nothing-left-isobelle-carmody
conclusions-that-philosophers-first-establish-by-way-torturous-reasoning-have-way-over-time-leaking-into-shared-knowledge-rebecca-goldstein
even-my-work-largest-pots-pans-id-placed-under-my-lifes-leaking-ceiling-had-become-to-small-to-contain-my-misery-joseph-oneill
my-heart-is-ripped-open-shredded-leaking-blood-i-cant-let-him-leave-like-this-weve-been-through-to-much-to-turn-into-strangers-marie-lu
if-you-dont-make-total-commitment-to-whatever-you-are-doing-then-you-start-looking-to-bail-out-first-time-boat-starts-leaking-lou-holtz
whimpering-never-kept-leaking-vessel-from-foundering-vigorously-manning-pumps-has-get-busy-with-your-head-hands-not-your-chin-b-c-forbes
mother-is-fading-for-him-her-face-receding-into-shadows-her-memory-diminishing-with-each-passing-day-leaking-like-sand-from-fist-khaled-hosseini
leaking-tunnels-congested-roads-rusting-bridges-aging-railways-often-mean-one-thing-lost-opportunity-from-delays-cancellations
the-torment-human-frustration-whatever-its-immediate-cause-is-knowledge-that-self-is-in-prison-its-vital-force-mangled-mind-leaking-away-in-lonely-elizabeth-drew
i-recently-read-some-transcripts-nixons-watergate-tapes-they-spent-hours-trying-to-figure-out-who-was-leaking-providing-information-to-carl-bob-woodward
those-who-have-no-mental-vigilance-though-they-may-hear-teachings-ponder-them-meditate-with-minds-like-water-seeping-from-leaking-jug-their-shantideva
information-is-lot-like-water-its-hard-to-hold-on-to-hard-to-keep-from-leaking-away-ruth-ozeki
smoke-that-creeps-off-tip-my-cigarette-into-dim-scattered-strands-light-leaking-off-moon-in-through-clefts-in-curtains-is-much-like-my-spirit-trying-to-escape-burn-yesterdays-pre
like-water-leaking-slowly-through-dike-to-become-steady-trickle-flood-words-ideas-inexorably-elude-censors-grasp-banned-books-censorship-histories-world-literature-margaret-bald
the-world-is-sagging-snagging-scaling-spalling-pilling-pinging-pitting-warping-checking-fading-chipping-cracking-yellowing-leaking-stalling-shrinking-donald-barthelme
so-good-looking-people-dont-write-no-poetry-theyre-too-busy-holding-their-hands-you-dont-go-to-beach-for-depth-thought-if-your-brains-leaking-grains-the-beautiful-south
what-is-poetry-if-not-seeing-feeling-feeling-feelings-running-deep-okay-do-i-see-notice-gray-pigeon-feathers-that-heave-by-on-drafts-passing-cars-reeking-leaking-gasoline-fumes-o
i-suppose-ill-have-to-clean-up-freddys-brains-i-hate-to-leave-mess-for-home-owners-hand-me-that-plastic-bag-i-need-to-put-it-over-his-head-to-keep-him-from-leaking-oh-relax-fredd
should-you-find-yourself-in-chronically-leaking-boat-energy-devoted-to-changing-vessels-is-likely-to-be-more-productive-than-energy-devoted-to-warren-buffett
like-water-leaking-through-dam-said-piper-yeah-smiled-percy-weve-got-dam-hole-what-piper-asked-nothing-he-said-inside-joke-rick-riordan
sorrow-in-tongue-will-talk-itself-cured-if-you-give-it-chance-but-sorrow-in-eyes-has-wicked-wicked-way-now-then-leaking-into-brain-eleanor-hallowell-abbott
i-looked-briefly-up-from-my-notes-i-was-surrounded-by-hearts-sectioned-preserved-hearts-with-holes-hearts-with-leaking-valves-thickened-walls-hearts-with-narrow-transposed-aortas
go-to-forest-kiss-stream-kiss-tree-kiss-light-leaking-through-trees-give-your-love-to-those-that-give-life-to-you-mehmet-murat-ildan
keep-me-heaven-my-soul-has-holes-leaking-good-morals-i-once-had-control-over-dark-matters-world-give-me-courage-strength-for-my-lord-sew-holes-that-hold-you-near-keep-me-heaven-m
ive-never-liked-urban-myths-ive-never-liked-pretending-to-believe-in-them-never-understood-why-everyone-else-doesnt-see-straight-through-them-why-is-it-theyve-always-happened-to-
there-is-no-fear-in-love-but-perfect-love-casteth-out-fear-because-fear-hath-torment-he-that-feareth-is-not-made-perfect-in-love-1-john-418-i-came-from-family-wonderful-people-wh
old-man-sitting-on-handle-his-giant-sword-which-is-stuck-in-ground-he-cuts-them-land-sword-war-who-drinks-human-blood-he-divides-everything-in-country-nation-even-race-approachin
That was our first home. Before I felt like an island in an ocean, before Calcutta, before everything that followed. You know it wasn't a home at first but just a shell. Nothing ostentatious but just a rented two-room affair, an unneeded corridor that ran alongside them, second hand cane furniture, cheap crockery, two leaking faucets, a dysfunctional doorbell, and a flight of stairs that led to, but ended just before the roof (one of the many idiosyncrasies of the house), secured by a sixteen garrison lock, and a balcony into which a mango tree's branch had strayed. The house was in a building at least a hundred years old and looked out on a street and a tenement block across it. The colony, if you were to call it a colony, had no name. The house itself was seedy, decrepit, as though a safe-keeper of secrets and scandals. It had many entries and exits and it was possible to get lost in it. And in a particularly inspired stroke of whimsy architectural genius, it was almost invisible from the main road like H.G. Wells' 'Magic Shop'. As a result, we had great difficulty when we had to explain our address to people back home. It went somewhat like this, '... take the second one from the main road... and then right after turning left from Dhakeshwari, you will see a bird shop (unspecific like that, for it had no name either)... walk straight in and take the stairs at the end to go to the first floor, that's where we dwell... but don't press the bell, knock... and don't walk too close to the cages unless you want bird-hickeys... '' ('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Kunal Sen
that-was-our-first-home-before-i-felt-like-island-in-ocean-before-calcutta-before-everything-that-followed-you-know-it-wasnt-home-at-first-but-just-shell-nothing-ostentatious-but
The evening was a string of miserable minutes strung together in tiny clusters. Three minutes for a man shot through the shoulder; Ellis put first a finger in the entry wound and then another in the exit and when his fingers touched, he decided the man was only lightly injured and didn't need a surgeon. Three minutes to set a broken wrist and splint it with a strip of cowhide and a piece of wood from a sycamore tree. Two minutes to tourniquet a leg, then extract a piece of wire deep in the meat of it. A minute to peek under a pink, saturated bandage several inches below a slender belly button; he saw thin, red water leaking from a hole and smelled urine, knew the ball had breached the bladder. It would either heal or it wouldn't, but nothing to do about it so he set the soul aside, a case not to be operated upon. He turned a man's head looking for the source of a trickle of blood and had ten terrible minutes trying to stop torrential bleeding from under his clavicle; frantic moments during which he could get neither a finger nor a clamp around the pulsating source. All bleeding stops eventually though, and the case did not violate the rule. He took two minutes to settle his own breathing, then four minutes sewing a torn scalp, and half a minute saying a prayer over a fat, cigar-shaped dead man. After awhile, he had the impression he wasn't seeing men, but parts-an exploded chest, a blood swolled thigh, a busted jaw with its teeth spat to the wind or swallowed. It was more than a man could take and a lot less than there was to be seen.

Edison McDaniels
the-evening-was-string-miserable-minutes-strung-together-in-tiny-clusters-three-minutes-for-man-shot-through-shoulder-ellis-put-first-finger-in-entry-wound-then-another-in-exit-w
There were six hundred thousand Indian troops in Kashmir but the pogrom of the pandits was not prevented, why was that. Three and a half lakhs of human beings arrived in Jammu as displaced persons and for many months the government did not provide shelters or relief or even register their names, why was that. When the government finally built camps it only allowed for six thousand families to remain in the state, dispersing the others around the country where they would be invisible and impotent, why was that. The camps at Purkhoo, Muthi, Mishriwallah, Nagrota were built on the banks and beds of nullahas, dry seasonal waterways, and when the water came the camps were flooded, why was that. The ministers of the government made speeches about ethnic cleansing but the civil servants wrote one another memos saying that the pandits were simply internal migrants whose displacement had been self-imposed, why was that. The tents provided for the refugees to live in were often uninspected and leaking and the monsoon rains came through, why was that. When the one-room tenements called ORTs were built to replace the tents they too leaked profusely, why was that. There was one bathroom per three hundred persons in many camps why was that and the medical dispensaries lacked basic first-aid materials why was that and thousands of the displaced died because of inadequate food and shelter why was that maybe five thousand deaths because of intense heat and humidity because of snake bites and gastroenteritis and dengue fever and stress diabetes and kidney ailments and tuberculosis and psychoneurosis and there was not a single health survey conducted by the government why was that and the pandits of Kashmir were left to rot in their slum camps, to rot while the army and the insurgency fought over the bloodied and broken valley, to dream of return, to die while dreaming of return, to die after the dream of return died so that they could not even die dreaming of it, why was that why was that why was that why was that why was that.

Salman Rushdie
there-were-six-hundred-thousand-indian-troops-in-kashmir-but-pogrom-pandits-was-not-prevented-why-was-that-three-half-lakhs-human-beings-arrived-in-jammu-as-displaced-persons-for
I have hazarded into a new corner of the world, an unknown spot, a Brigadoon. Before me extends a low hill trembling in yellow brome, and behind the hill, filling the sky, rises an enormous mountain ridge, forested, alive and awesome with brilliant blown lights. I have never seen anything so tremulous and live. Overhead, great strips and chunks of cloud dash to the northwest in a gold rush. At my back the sun is setting- how can I have not noticed before that the sun is setting? My mind has been a blank slab of black asphalt for hours, but that doesn't stop the sun's wild wheel. I set my coffee on the curb; I smell loam on the wind; I pat the puppy; I watch the mountain. Shadows lope along the mountain's rumpled flanks; they elongate like root tips, like lobes of spilling water, faster and faster. A warm purple pigment pools in each ruck and tuck of the rock; it deepens and spreads, boring crevasses, canyons. As the purple vaults and slides, it tricks out the unleafed forest and rumpled rock in gilt, in shape-shifting patches of glow. These gold lights veer and retract, shatter, and glide in a series of dazzling splashes, shrinking, leaking, exploding. The ridge's bosses and hummocks sprout bulging from its sides; the whole mountain looms miles closer; the light warms and reddens; the bare forest folds and pleats itself like living protoplasm before my eyes, like a running chart, a wildly scrawling oscillography on the present moment. The air cools; the puppy's skin is hot. I am more alive than all the world. This is it, I think, this is it, right now, the present, this empty gas station, here, this western wind, this tang of coffee on the tongue, and I am patting the puppy, I am watching the mountain. Version 1 (joy)

Annie Dillard
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And under the cicadas, deeper down that the longest taproot, between and beneath the rounded black rocks and slanting slabs of sandstone in the earth, ground water is creeping. Ground water seeps and slides, across and down, across and down, leaking from here to there, minutely at a rate of a mile a year. What a tug of waters goes on! There are flings and pulls in every direction at every moment. The world is a wild wrestle under the grass; earth shall be moved. What else is going on right this minute while ground water creeps under my feet? The galaxy is careening in a slow, muffled widening. If a million solar systems are born every hour, then surely hundreds burst into being as I shift my weight to the other elbow. The sun's surface is now exploding; other stars implode and vanish, heavy and black, out of sight. Meteorites are arcing to earth invisibly all day long. On the planet, the winds are blowing: the polar easterlies, the westerlies, the northeast and southeast trades. Somewhere, someone under full sail is becalmed, in the horse latitudes, in the doldrums; in the northland, a trapper is maddened, crazed, by the eerie scent of the chinook, the sweater, a wind that can melt two feet of snow in a day. The pampero blows, and the tramontane, and the Boro, sirocco, levanter, mistral. Lick a finger; feel the now. Spring is seeping north, towards me and away from me, at sixteen miles a day. Along estuary banks of tidal rivers all over the world, snails in black clusters like currants are gliding up and down the stems of reed and sedge, migrating every moment with the dip and swing of tides. Behind me, Tinker Mountain is eroding one thousandth of an inch a year. The sharks I saw are roving up and down the coast. If the sharks cease roving, if they still their twist and rest for a moment, they die. They need new water pushed into their gills; they need dance. Somewhere east of me, on another continent, it is sunset, and starlings in breathtaking bands are winding high in the sky to their evening roost. The mantis egg cases are tied to the mock-orange hedge; within each case, within each egg, cells elongate, narrow, and split; cells bubble and curve inward, align, harden or hollow or stretch. And where are you now?

Annie Dillard
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