If I'm walking down the riverbank, and a man is drowning, even if I don't know how to swim very well, I feel this urge that the right thing to do is to try to save that person. Evolution would tell me exactly the opposite: preserve your DNA. Who cares about the guy who's drowning?
I was taught that if you see a person drowning, you must jump into the water to save them, whether you can swim or not.
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.
I can't swim and I'm terrified of drowning, but I still love being by water - just not in it.
She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.
What do you first do when you learn to swim? You make mistakes, do you not? And what happens? You make other mistakes, and when you have made all the mistakes you possibly can without drowning - and some of them many times over - what do you find? That you can swim? Well - life is just the same as learning to swim! Do not be afraid of making mistakes, for there is no other way of learning how to live!
If you found yourself in a situation where you could either save a drowning man, or you could take a Pulitzer prize winning photograph of him drowning, what shutter speed and setting would you use?
The best way to learn to swim is to dive.
I used to feel like I was drowning. So I stopped trying to swim.
When I was in the seventh grade, I had a girlfriend. I used to save up some of my pocket money to get her gifts on Valentine's Day.
I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
... sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning. (pg. 241)
I try to swim every damn day I can, and I've learned to scuba dive and snorkel.
You have to protect her. The more she uses it, the worse it'll get. Stop her, Rose. Stop her before they notice, before they notice and take her away too. Get her out of here." [...] "Don't let her use the power!. . .Save her. Save her from herself!
There is an oath upon her," he said to Arch, and I realized dimly that he was still speaking in Gaelic, though I understood him clearly. "She may not kill, save it is for mercy or her life. It is myself who kills for her.