A Quote by Thiruvalluvar

Reasoning with a drunkard is like
Going under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man. — © Thiruvalluvar
Reasoning with a drunkard is like Going under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.
Everything is valuable under the right conditions. To a man dying of thirst, water be more precious than gold. To a drowning man, water be of little worth and great trouble.
In the media, waterboarding is called 'simulated drowning,' but that's a misnomer. It does not simulate drowning, as the lungs are actually filling with water. There is no way to simulate that. The victim is drowning.
They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning. (pg. 241)
I'm no alcoholic. I'm a drunkard. There's a difference. A drunkard doesn't like to go to meetings.
No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop.
You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?
One never dives into the water to save a drowning man more eagerly than when there are others present who dare not take the risk.
They say we're 98% water. We're that close to drowning. I like to live on the edge.
It's only water," she said. "Tell that to a drowning man," Giddon said.
Being called Black in America is the struggle to keep us moving and breathing over bloody water. Being a Nig**r or [Ni**a] without the context of history is like drowning in bloody water, dragging down those yet knowing to swim.
Faith is like lighting the torch that passes from one person to the next. You can't light the torch of another if yours isn't burning.
When you’re confronted by a really difficult thing in your life, you’re faced with a choice: you can runaway from it, or you can face it, confront it, and work through it. But to work through it, sometimes feels like holding your own head below water when you’re already drowning. Your natural instinct when drowning is to get back up to the surface and give yourself some relief from that terrible situation…you just want to breathe again.
Don't listen to me. Listen to yourself ... People often ask me at this age, 'Who am I passing the torch to?' First of all, I'm not giving up my torch, thank you! I'm using my torch to light other people's torches. ... If we each have a torch, there's a lot more light.
Enter with the torch in the stadium. 80,000 people screaming. I was waiting downstairs for the start for 10 hours; I was so tired with the torch. I give the torch to the combined ski cross country that they win gold in Lillehammer in 1994.
Poe wrote like a drunkard and a man who is not accustomed to pay his debts.
Sometimes I'd see my father, walking past my building on his way to another nowhere. I could have given him a key, offered a piece of my floor. A futon. A bed. But I never did. If I let him inside I would become him, the line between us would blur, my own slow-motion car wreck would speed up. The slogan on the side of a moving company truck read TOGETHER WE ARE GOING PLACES--modified by a vandal or a disgruntled employee to read TOGETHER WE ARE GOING DOWN. If I went to the drowning man the drowning man would pull me under. I couldn't be his life raft.
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