{"quotes":[{"text":"Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["floating","gloating","humility","idle","movement","paralysis","pride","silence","success","superficial","victory"],"id":3365,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.","author":"S.J. Watson","tags":["floating","mercy","sadness","wind"],"id":55754,"author_id":"S.J.+Watson"},{"text":"It was floating. Waiting. It had no sense of how long It had been in this state. Its awareness had retreated into a tiny core at the center of Its being, away from the searing torment of separation, Its very essence ripped apart. Never had It known such sensation. So It had retreated, further and deeper, wrapping Itself in a cocoon of Light; waiting only for a call, for an opening, that It might be reunited with Its Beloved. Waiting until... Something stirred within. Suddenly, there is a reaching, a pulling. Its awareness opens and It is caught in a field of gravity. It plunges down, irresistibly down toward the blue planet, unable to control or navigate.","author":"J. Valor","tags":["awareness","beloved","falling","floating","gravity"],"id":64961,"author_id":"J.+Valor"},{"text":"Money tends to make people suspicious, if there's any money floating around.","author":"Mitchell Baker","tags":["people","floating","suspicious "],"id":81634,"author_id":"Mitchell+Baker"},{"text":"The door suddenly jerks open. A wideeyedteenager bursts out. She stares at me in dazed horror. In a strangeway, I both know and don’t know what has just happened. As the fragmentsbegin to converge, they convey a horrible reality: I must havebeen hit by this car as I entered the crosswalk. In confused disbelief, I sinkback into a hazy twilight. I find that I am unable to think clearly or towill myself awake from this nightmare.A man rushes to my side and drops to his knees. He announces himselfas an off-duty paramedic. When I try to see where the voice is comingfrom, he sternly orders, “Don’t move your head.” The contradictionbetween his sharp command and what my body naturally wants—toturn toward his voice—frightens and stuns me into a sort of paralysis.My awareness strangely splits, and I experience an uncanny “dislocation.”It’s as if I’m floating above my body, looking down on the unfoldingscene.I am snapped back when he roughly grabs my wrist and takes mypulse. He then shifts his position, directly above me. Awkwardly, hegrasps my head with both of his hands, trapping it and keeping it frommoving. His abrupt actions and the stinging ring of his command panicme; they immobilize me further. Dread seeps into my dazed, foggy consciousness:Maybe I have a broken neck, I think. I have a compellingimpulse to find someone else to focus on. Simply, I need to have someone’scomforting gaze, a lifeline to hold onto. But I’m too terrified tomove and feel helplessly frozen.","author":"Peter A. Levine","tags":["auto-accident","car-accident","dissociated","dissociation","fear","floating","frozen","paramedic","ptsd","terror","trauma","traumatic"],"id":103051,"author_id":"Peter+A.+Levine"},{"text":"A WATERY BLISSAs busy as an ice cream freezer,On a Sunday getting hotter,Happy is the honey eater-The busy ocean otter,Floating alongside Teter,On a sea full of water.","author":"Giorge Leedy","tags":["bliss","eater","floating","freezer","honey","hot","ice-cream","ocean","otter","sea","sunday","water"],"id":145566,"author_id":"Giorge+Leedy"},{"text":"Taking a deep breath, words floating through my head.","author":"Maite","tags":["breathing","deep-breath","floating","thoughts","words"],"id":149055,"author_id":"Maite"},{"text":"And out floated Eeyore. 'Eeyore!' cried everybody. Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge. 'It's Eeyore!' cried Roo, terribly excited. 'Is that so?' said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. 'I wondered.' 'I didn't know you were playing,' said Roo. 'I'm not,' said Eeyore. 'Eeyore, what are you doing there?' said Rabbit. 'I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak-tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer.' 'But, Eeyore,' said Pooh in distress, 'what can we--I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--' 'Yes,' said Eeyore. 'One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh.","author":"A.A. Milne","tags":["bridge","eeyore","floating","pooh","river","sarcasm"],"id":157197,"author_id":"A.A.+Milne"},{"text":"As I feel less overwhelmed, my fear softens and begins to subside. I feel a flicker of hope, then a rolling wave of fiery rage. My body continues to shake and tremble. It is alternately icy cold and feverishly hot. A burning red fury erupts from deep within my belly: How could that stupid kid hit me in a crosswalk? Wasn’t she paying attention? Damn her!A blast of shrill sirens and flashing red lights block out everything.My belly tightens, and my eyes again reach to find the woman’s kind gaze. We squeeze hands, and the knot in my gut loosens. I hear my shirt ripping. I am startled and again jump to the vantageof an observer hovering above my sprawling body. I watch uniformedstrangers methodically attach electrodes to my chest. The Good Samaritanparamedic reports to someone that my pulse was 170. I hear my shirt ripping even more. I see the emergency team slip a collar onto my neck and then cautiously slide me onto a board. While they strap me down, I hear some garbled radio communication. The paramedics arerequesting a full trauma team. Alarm jolts me. I ask to be taken to thenearest hospital only a mile away, but they tell me that my injuries mayrequire the major trauma center in La Jolla, some thirty miles farther.My heart sinks.","author":"Peter A. Levine","tags":["anger","auto-accident","car-accident","dissociated","dissociation","fear","floating","frozen","hospital","injury","overwhelmed","panic","paramedic","ptsd","terror","trauma","traumatic"],"id":162363,"author_id":"Peter+A.+Levine"},{"text":"I was just thoughts, just air. There was nothingness all around me. Was this what it was like to be dead? When you died, did you still sense everything going on around you, only it was happening so far away that you didn't care about it? You were floating through space and time, and nothing that happened to you mattered because nothing really could happen to you because you didn't exist?","author":"Melissa Kantor","tags":["death","floating","loneliness"],"id":190440,"author_id":"Melissa+Kantor"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}