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Tag Name "Floundering" (10)

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Printing demands a humility of mind, for the lack of which many of the fine arts are even now floundering in self-conscious and maudlin experiments.
Beatrice Warde
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Woman's inaptitude for reasoning has not prevented her from arriving at truth nor has man's ability to reason prevented him from floundering in absurdity.
Elbert Hubbard
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It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red means run.
Lauren Oliver
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Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.
Ted Hughes
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It must be hard for humans, forever floundering through inconvenient geography. Humans are always lost. It's a basic characteristic. It explains a lot about them.
Terry Pratchett
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Without passion, all the skill in the world won't lift you above craft. Without skill, all the passion in the world will leave you eager but floundering. Combining the two is the essence of the creative life.
Twyla Tharp
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America's founding fathers did not intend to take religion out of education. Many of the nation's greatest universities were founded by evangelists and religious leaders but many of these have lost the founders concept and become secular institutions. Because of this attitude, secular education is stumbling and floundering.
Billy Graham
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After graduation, I was floundering in L.A., doing stand-up comedy and working in a shoe store in the Valley.
Kevin Spacey
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I think what's actually happened is print media is becoming obsolete, and this is like the floundering corpse of a dying media. It is just twitching.
Russell Brand
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This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.
Ted Hughes