#lingering

I have no intention of lingering through a season, just to have a chance to be an alternate on a relay. I don't want that. ↗

— Carl Lewis

#chance #i #intention #just #lingering

Music moves me - duh - and that is like having a window opening on a heightened reality, but the effect is fleeting: When the music ends, the magic, the uplifting, vanishes and the window slams shut. Words, on the other hand, by the nature of how they work, emotions evoked by dint of carefully laid out thoughts, have a more lingering effect. ↗

— Yann Martel

#dint #duh #effect #emotions #ends

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. ↗

— Henry Vaughan

#gone #here #i #into #light

As we descend deeper and deeper in this region its inhabitants become more and more modified, and fewer and fewer, indicating our approach towards an abyss where life is either extinguished , or exhibits but a few sparks to mark its lingering presence. ↗

— Edward Forbes

#approach #become #deeper #descend #either

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them. ↗

— Criss Jami

#contemplation #creativity #days #eat #expression

Even in the Western world, one cannot argue that the ideal has been achieved given the existence of issues like the integration, participation and representation of Muslim citizens, and occasional but lingering anti-Semitism. ↗

— Recep Tayyip Erdogan

#anti-semitism #argue #been #cannot #citizens

When love grows diseased, the best thing we can do is to put it to a violent death; I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion. ↗

— George Etherege

#cannot #death #diseased #endure #grows

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#between #ears #enough #given #her

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever. ↗

— Georg Buchner

#clock #death #drop #each #fever

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you. ↗

— Hoagy Carmichael

#became #found #happened #how #hung