English policy is to float lazily downstream, occasionally putting out a diplomatic boathook to avoid collisions.of Salisbury: 1877 Letter to Lord Lytton, 9 Mar.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.Muhammad formerly Cassius Clay Ali: c.1964 Of his boxing style. Quoted in G Sullivan Cassius Clay (1964), ch.8.
I eagerly await tomorrow's mail to have news of Russia and Poland. For now, I have to content myself with a few vague rumors which float around. I have heard about new, bloody skirmishes in Poland between the people and troops; I was told that, even in Russia, there was a conspiracy against the czar and the whole royal family.I am equally passionate about the struggle between the North and the Southern American states. Of course, my heart goes out to the North. But alas! It is the South who acted with the most force, wisdom, and solidarity, which makes them worthy of the triumph they have received in every encounter so far. It is true that the South has been preparing for war for three years now, while the North has been forced to improvise. The surprising success of the ventures of the American people, for the most part happy; the banality of the material well being, where the heart is absent; and the national vanity, altogether infantile and sustained with very little cost; all seem to have helped deprave these people, and perhaps this stubborn struggle will be beneficial to them in so much as it helps the nation regain its lost soul. This is my first impression; but it could very well be that I will change my mind upon seeing things up close. The only thing is, I will not have enough time to examine really closely.mikhail bakunin: Letter to Aleksandr Ivanovich Herzen and Ogareff from San Francisco (3 October 1861); published in Correspondance de Michel Bakounine (1896) edited by Michel Dragmanov
President Barack Obama. President Barack Obama. Nope, still can't get used to it. It's literally too good to be true. I must've died in my sleep and am now having an insane fantasy pumped into my head by the Matrix. Any minute now Salma Hayek is going to float through the door with a tray of biscuits and I'll know the game's up.charlie brooker: The Guardian, 10 November 2008
Our glories float between the earth and heavenLike clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.edward bulwer-lytton: Act v, Scene iii.
When Freedom from her mountain-heightsUnfurled her standard to the air,She tore the azure robe of night,And set the stars of glory there.She mingled with its gorgeous dyesThe milky baldric of the skies,And striped its pure, celestial whiteWith streakings of the morning light.Flag of the free, heart’s hope and home!By angel hands to valour given!Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,And all thy hues were born in heaven.Forever float that standard sheet!Where breathes the foe, but falls before us,With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet,And Freedom’s banner streaming over us?"The American Flag", in The Culprit Fay and Other Poems (1835), published posthumously by Drake's daughter.
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Heresy. (W)
My care is like my shadow in the sun,Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.His too familiar care doth make me rue it.No means I find to rid him from my breast,Till by the end of things it be supprest.Some gentler passion slide into my mind,For I am soft and made of melting snow;Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.Let me or float or sink, be high or low.Or let me live with some more sweet content,Or die and so forget what love ere meant.elizabeth i of england: "On Monsieur's Departure" (February 1582)
Men use religion just as they use buoys and life-preservers; they do not intend to navigate the vessel with them, but they keep just enough of them on hand to float into a safe harbor when a storm comes up and the vessel is shipwrecked; and it is only then that they intend to use them. I tell you, you will find air-holes in all such life-preservers as that.Henry Ward Beecher, 595 Pulpit Pungencies (1866) evening sermon, 12 June 1859.
"I loved Chasing Amy. I absolutely loved it. I really really did. I thought it was so great. It was a romantic comedy for people who hate romantic comedies basically and it spoke to a demographic that never ever ever gets addressed. The kind of smoking, comic book reading, you know uhm, I can't even be really clear on what I mean but if you know what I mean you know exactly what I'm talking about. It was such a great movie but here's the thing about that movie that made me weep. The scene wherein Ben Affleck, the dreamy comic book artist, stops the car and professes his love for Joey Lauren Adams, the baby voiced lesbian. And that's also my favorite — these male movies with the lesbians that look like that. Did you go to the Dykes on Bikes parade? I don't think so. Not a lot of Joey Lauren Adams walking around at the Dykes on Bikes. I also went to the Dykes Who Love Their Dogs. And I'm not even gay. Yes I can see how you'd make that mistake. And if I was gay I'd be proud proud proud. You know who my favorite kind of gay is? In the parade? The bantamweight hispanic who is frequently given to flights of fancy and drama. Very wiry. Will wear the lamee' lace-up football pants type shorts and the Doc Martins and he's always dominating the float. 'Ooh! ooh! doo doo de Ooh! Ooh!" I love every time the float stops. "Ooh! ooh! --oh oh oh." And they have to grab the pole and regain their composure. That's my fave. That's my favorite gay. When asked, that's my favorite gay. And then it was so funny 'cause it was gay pride weekend as you know and I'm on — for those of you who are not familiar with New York out in TV land whatever — Christopher Street is a hotbed of gay activity! It's a wonderful place to be. But I'm walking my dogs. All roads lead to my dogs, don't they? I'm walking my dogs at midnight 'cause they go out for their final midnight walk so that I can sleep until seven. If they don't go out at midnight they get up at five. So I'm walking the dogs and it's like midnight on Gay Pride night and everybody's just proud as punch and there's so much activity and then there's this one guy that drives by in a car going 'We're here! We're queer! Get used to it!' and I was like 'Dude you are so preaching to the converted! Who are you being — Where — Why do you have a chip on your shoulder? You're on Christopher Street!' You know? It was like so weird! 'Get used to it!' And he was really nasty and he's talking to like huge drag queens with feather boas coming out of their asses, you know? So the thing about Chasing Amy was, okay, so Ben — Did I say this already? Or did I digress? When Ben Affleck pulls the car over and talks to Joey, and tells her how he feels about her? I was like going 'That will never happen to me. That will never ever happen to me.' And by the way honesty does not work except for celluloid so don't even try that, but to tell people that you like them will only serve to make them not like you. I mean that's basically that's all that's gonna do. No matter how much you liked them, if they're going to give you a full disclosure, now they're not cool. 'You like me? Oh...' Like that's--? So even if it did happen to me, it can't happen to me, because if the cute comic book guy says 'I love you and I'm better for loving you' or all this stuff then I would have to go like 'Well you're gonna have to take me home because I don't respect you at all anymore. Be a man! God! Be aloof! What's your problem? Don't call- You want me to like you? Don't pick up that damn phone! Don't--' but everybody else seems to find a soulmate, have you noticed that? Everybody else seems to be able to make it happen, and I'm talking about even people-- Okay. I can't make it happen yet somehow Chang and Eng the siamese twins attached to the chest and Stephen Hawking and the Shine guy and that kid who shot his face off are all happily married and breeding and I don't want to sound like a dick about this but come on! I mean, these people have sex! And uhm, not only that but Chang and Eng fathered like nine and ten kids a piece while being attached to the chest so and I know that the ladies as a rule are tolerant. I know this about the female sex if they like the guy they're tolerant but we are really pushing the envelope here with Stephen Hawking and the guy who shot his face off, y'know? And I'm worried because I have matronly upper arms, y'know? I can't get intimate because I have matronly upper arms and there's two kinds of women in the world: those with matronly upper arms and those with visible biceps and never the twain shall meet, because the bicep gals don't get it and the matronly upper arms girls know about life and love and losing and do you know how hot it has to be for Garofalo to go sleeveless and why I'm referring to myself in the third person which I've never ever done before tonight. I've never ever referred to myself as 'Garofalo' ever. I sound like I'm on an intramural flag football team or something. I will wear a sweater or a sweat jacket or a long-sleeve shirt until it's literally a hundred and ten degrees out, but tonight I wore a short sleeve thing because it's really hot up on stage but I'm telling you it has to be extenuating circumstances. I actually went sleeveless three days last week because you know how hot it was, plus I can't turn the air conditioner on in my apartment because Mercer has a chronic respiratory infection and the air conditioner exacerbates that so we sit around and sweat a lot."janeane garofalo: self-titled TV comedy special, 1997
There is (so to speak) "a mighty stream of tendency" to good in the human mind, upon which all objects float and are imperceptibly borne along; and though in the voyage of life we meet with strong rebuffs, with rocks and quicksands, yet there is a "a tide in the affairs of men," a heaving and a restless aspiration of the soul, by means of which, "with sails and tackle torn," the wreck and scattered fragments of our entire being drift into the port and haven of our desires!william hazlitt: "Why Distant Objects Please"
How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night , At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!John Milton, Comus (1637), line 249
Shakespeare is a good raft whereon to float securely down the stream of time; fasten yourself to that and your immortality is safe.george henry lewes: On Actors and the Art of Acting (Leipzig: Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1875) p. 60
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time.lubbock, john, 1st baron avebury: The Use of Life (1894), ch. IV: Recreation
Wonderful baby, nothin' to fear.Love whom you will, but doubt what you hear.They'll whisper sweet things to make untrue.So be good to yourself, that's all you can do.You're a wonderful baby livin' on loveThe sandman says maybe he'll take you above,Up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows,Where babies float by, just counting their toes.Don McLean: Wonderful Baby
Do they float?Who: George "Georgie" Denborough
When you fly a balloon you don’t file a flight plan; you go where the wind goes. You feel like part of the air. You almost feel like part of eternity, and you just float along.jeannette piccard: Quoted in Sorenson, Paul (1998-1999). Looking Back.... AEM Update, University of Minnesota Institute of Technology.
Money expresses all qualitative differences of things in terms of "how much?" Money, with all its colorlessness and indifference, becomes the common denominator of all values; irreparably it hollows out the core of things, their individuality, their specific value, and their incomparability. All things float with equal specific gravity in the constantly moving stream of money. All things lie on the same level and differ from one another only in the size of the area which they cover.Georg Simmel, “The Metropolis and Modern Life” (1903)
They're not going to teach science at all. What they do is take the science students down to the lake, tie them in burlap sacks and throw them in. If God thinks they're good science students, they float.paula poundstone: About science education in the state of Kansas; quoted in Randi, James (November 11, 2006). "A Sure Test". Swift. James Randi Educational Foundation. Retrieved on 2006-11-18.
Go, then, young men, where glory waits you. The field is the world. Go where the abjects wander, and gather them into the fold of the sanctuary. Go to the lazarettos where the moral lepers herd, and tell them of the healing balm. Go to the haunts of crime, and float a gospel message upon the feculent air. Go wherever there are ignorant to be instructed, timid to be cheered, and helpless to be succored, and stricken to be blessed, and erring to be reclaimed. Go wherever faith can see, or hope can breathe, or love can work, or courage can venture. Go and win the spurs of your spiritual knighthood there.william morley punshon: p. 131. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
Mr. Llewellyn paused. Mr. Trout had begun to float about the room like something out of Swan Lake, and Mr. Llewellyn disapproved of this. He was apt to be a martinet in his dealings with his legal advisers, demanding that lawyers should behave like lawyers and leave eccentric dancing to the professionals. A man, he held, is either Fred Astaire or he is not Fred Astaire, and if he is not Fred Astaire he should not carry on like him.From P.G. Wodehouse's Bachelors Anonymous (1973)
I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they float away — for who can holdYouth, or perfume or the moon's gold?sara teasdale: Old Tunes
My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time.Quoted by Gladstone, Eton Miscellany, Nov. 1827.
A velvet flute-note fell down pleasantly, Upon the bosom of that harmony, And sailed and sailed incessantly, As if a petal from a wild-rose blown Had fluttered down upon that pool of tone, And boatwise dropped o' the convex side And floated down the glassy tide And clarified and glorified The solemn spaces where the shadows bide. From the warm concave of that fluted note Somewhat, half song, half odour forth did float As if a rose might somehow be a throat.Sidney Lanier, The Symphony.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high, 'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on this æolian breath.John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, Music.