... tempting and drowning.

Perhaps merely indulging some barbaric custom.

If the girls are dead, don't let the boys waste their lives in vengeance.

But the other bestial desire, don't ever follow it.

Oh, God. I admit that I could have sometimes gone a bit too far.

Provided, of course... that he is not permitted to indulge... in those excesses of work and emotion... that induced his former crisis.

In the waters drowned...

It's like doing a great experiment with secret, unknown forces beyond life and death.

But we cannot afford to lose ourselves in rhetoric or unproductive idealism.

You'll love and be loved, sharing the same space... and yours will be the seal of seals.

Today we're often too busy tending to our iPhones and iPods to really stop and get to know ourselves.

I suggest that ever since April 1945 you've indulged in the unscrupulous pretense of being an English baronet.

So good interpretation is more about things that are bodged and stuffed and of my world, right?

In the waters drowned.

Because that's kind of the world that we live in now, a world stuck in fast forward.

Love is the blackest of all plagues, and the only pleasure would be to die of it.

So during that moment when that woman was experiencing that pretend empathy, I was thinking, That robot can't empathize.

The luxury of deliberations and items, however intricately politically balanced, is sadly not for us to indulge in.

By becoming too deeply immersed in debating a system of international taxation, the United Nations system, a reliable development partner, risked neglecting the creation of a favourable environment for the mobilization of resources for development.

Because of poverty, many people succumbed to substance abuse as an escape from ambient reality. Conversely, drug abuse also negatively affected the economic situation of individuals and groups.

I've also come to believe that romantic love is an addiction a perfectly wonderful addiction when it's going well, and a perfectly horrible addiction when it's going poorly.

He respects you...

The unconscious mind hungers for those moments of transcendence, when the skull line disappears and we are lost in a challenge or a task when a craftsman feels lost in his craft, when a naturalist feels at one with nature, when a believer feels at one with God's love.

And that fascinated me, to explore that territory.

He drowned himself.

He was drowned.

And when we lie down in a field or on a couch, drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon, they think we are looking back at them, which makes them lift their oars and fall silent and wait like parents for us to close our eyes.

Drowned? He was a real fish.

Fall in river and are drowned.

Debt Without Drowning

She is absorbed in rock music.

And your tongue's always dry. You can't get enough water and tea.

You won't let me drown, will you?

But he did, he drowned himself.

Yes, he had to break his silence.

But, both of these sayings saving a fish from drowning, or saving a man from drowning to me they had to do with intentions.

My brother was drowned in August.

It's proof she drowned.

She can't swim, she's drowning!

Medical examiner says he died of drowning. Had a head injury and was full of whiskey.

This ship sank 1,500 years ago.

I was still in deep grief

I scarcely think that likely.

Indulging in some beer and skittles, eh?

Mentions of polar bears drowning four percent.