Variant: Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you re-enlist.
Source: Survivor
Quotes about down
page 12
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all.”
Source: The Dharma Bums (1958)
Context: I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Ecstacy, even, I felt, with flashes of sudden remembrance, and feeling sweaty and drowsy I felt like sleeping and dreaming in the grass.
“Running down a dream…
working on a mystery…
going wherever it leads…”
“Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.”
“A hundred hundred heartbeats…" whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.”
pp. 358-359.
Source: “Toys, Abhorsen. And too late. Much too late.”
It was not just words he spoke, but power, Free Magic power that froze Sabriel’s nerves, caught at her muscles. Desperately, she struggled to ring the bells, but her wrists were locked in place…
Tantalizingly slowly, Kerrigor glided forward, till he was a mere arm’s length away. Towering over her like some colossal statue of rough-hewn night, his breath rolling down on her with the stench of a thousand abattoirs.
Someone – a girl quietly coughing out her last breath on the floor – touched Sabriel’s ankle with a light caress. A small spark of golden Charter Magic came from that dying touch, slowly swelling into Sabriel’s veins, traveling upwards, warming joints, freeing muscles. At last it reached her wrists and hands–and the bells rang out.
It was not the clear, true sound it should be, for somehow the bulk of Kerrigor took the sound in and warped it– but it had an effect. Kerrigor slid back, and was diminished, till he was a little more than twice Sabriel’s height.
But he was not subject to Sabriel’s will. Saraneth had not bound him, and Kibeth had only forced him back.
Sabriel rang the bells again, concentrating on the difficult counterpoint between them, forcing all her will into their magic. Kerrigor would fall under her domination, he would walk where she willed…
“I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.”
Source: Art in Nature
“Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level. It's cheaper.”
Source: The Naked Civil Servant (1968), Ch. 1
Context: Keeping up with the Joneses was a full-time job with my mother and father. It was not until many years later when I lived alone that I realized how much cheaper it was to drag the Joneses down to my level.
“I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.”
Source: The Phantom Tollbooth
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Source: Burn for Me
“If we go down into ourselves, we find that we possess exactly what we desire.”
Source: God & Golem, Inc. (1964), p. 69
Source: The Human Use Of Human Beings: Cybernetics And Society
Context: [T]he future offers very little hope for those who expect that our new mechanical slaves will offer us a world in which we may rest from thinking. Help us they may, but at the cost of supreme demands upon our honesty and our intelligence. The world of the future will be an ever more demanding struggle against the limitations of our intelligence, not a comfortable hammock in which we can lie down to be waited upon by our robot slaves.
“He will let you down, because that's what he does. That's who he is.”
Source: We'll Always Have Summer
“Well, I've been down so Goddamn long,
that it looks like up to me.”
Source: Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
“The instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms.”
Source: Cosmopolis
Mr. Lockwood (Ch. III).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)
Context: As it spoke I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bed-clothes: still it wailed, "Let me in!", and maintained its tenacious grip, almost maddening me with fear.
Source: I'm In No Mood For Love
Source: A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
I Won't Back Down, written with Jeff Lynne
Lyrics, Full Moon Fever (1989)
Source: Conversations with Tom Petty
Source: Writing the Novel: From Plot to Print
“Consolation
Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.”
Source: New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
Variant: Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
Source: Four Quartets