Browsing Topic Best Fling Quotes

I was married in my 30s, in a long relationship for about seven years, got divorced, and then I had a string of flings, and then was single for two years.

In the course of that night I suddenly realized that there are many tiny windows between the body and the spirit. If they’re open, emotions flow freely back and forth, but if they’re partially closed, not much can filter through. Only love can fling them open all together, all at once, like a gust of wind.

Lay down the axe; fling by the spade;Leave in its track the toiling plough;The rifle and the bayonet-bladeFor arms like yours were fitter now;And let the hands that ply the penQuit the light task, and learn to wieldThe horseman’s crooked brand, and reinThe charger on the battle-field.

Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter hasteStream down the snows, till the air is white,As, myriads by myriads madly chased,They fling themselves from their shadowy height.The fair, frail creatures of middle sky,What speed they make, with their grave so nigh;Flake after flake,To lie in the dark and silent lake!

To horse and away To the heart of the fray! Fling care to the Devil for one merry day!

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,And with the other fling it at thy face.

Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That’s to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast. so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second sommersault He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, Until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.

Characters aren’t a fling. They aren’t a one-night stand. Getting to know them takes time and hard work. It takes excessive free writes and multiple experiments.

You see? Characters in books do not read books. Oh, they snap them shut when somebody enters a room, or fling them aside in disgust at what they fancy is said within, or hide their faces in one which they pretend to peruse while somebody else lectures them on matters they’d rather not confront. But they do not read them. ‘Twould be recursive, rendering each book effectively infinite, so that no single one might be finished without reading them all. This is the infallible message of discovering on which side of the page you are on.

New material demands new methods, and new methods fling a challenge to old convention.

To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far-off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to fling down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame.

Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

Find your purpose and fling your life out to it. Find a way or make one. Try with all your might. Self-made or never made.

Resolve that whatever you do, you will bring the whole man to it; that you will fling the whole weight of your being into it.

It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.

If you do not fling old ideas out of your mind, you cannot give birth to new ones.

One applauds the industry of professional philanthropy. But it has its dangers. After a while the private heart begins to harden. We fling letters into the wastebasket, are abrupt to telephoned solicitations. Charity withers in the incessant gale.

We live not in our moments or our years:
The present we fling from us like the rind
Of some sweet future, which we after find
Bitter to taste.

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

Even if I had stayed she wouldn’t have ever wanted me. She didn’t want me for anything more than a summer fling. I was a way of moving on for her.

In the midst of our applauding the feats of civilization, the Bible flings itself like a knife slashing our complacency; remind us that God, too, has a voice in history.

Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!

He doesn’t deserve it. he can have any girl in the world’s love and he took yours. someone who deserves so much more than a summer fling

Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars… God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!

Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.