#drip

There's a constant drip and trickle of life that goes into one's awareness really and consciousness of things. ↗

— Mike Leigh

#consciousness #constant #drip #goes #into

But, on the other hand, the occasional and precarious dripping of coppers has by no means a genial effect. ↗

— James Payn

#effect #genial #hand #means #occasional

If we took Chaucer's writings at face value, we'd have to conclude he was a complete drip. ↗

— John Hutton

#complete #conclude #drip #face #face value

I turned in my seat. Will’s face was in shadow and I couldn’t quite make it out. ‘Just hold on. Just for a minute.’ ‘Are you all right?’ I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong. ‘I’m fine. I just . . . ’ I could see his pale collar, his dark suit jacket a contrast against it. ‘I don’t want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about . . . ’ He swallowed. Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful. ‘I just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.’ I released the door handle. ‘Sure.’ I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill. ↗

— Jojo Moyes

#paralysed #quadriplegic #music