Maelstrom Quotes

“...but in the next moment I cursed myself for being so great a fool as to dream of hope at all.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, A Descent into the Maelstrom

“I am that quiet place, the centre of the maelstrom...The dangerous abyss, where few dare to tread...”
― Virginia Alison

“There is no job or project to which you can't bring excellence.”
― Rip Converse

“I don't feel calm at all. I am a maelstrom of emotions. All I want to do is scream.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...”
― Virginia Alison

“L’un des périls de l’âge adulte, c’est que ton esprit s’élargit bien au-delà de ce qui te concerne strictement. Il n’y a pas de cérémonie qui marque cette étape, pas d’avertissement. Ça t’arrive un jour, et brusquement, tu te rends compte qu’il se passe soixante-dix choses en même temps, et tu te recroquevilles au milieu d’un maelstrom fait d’amour, d’occasions manquées, de choix difficiles et des griffes tenaces du passé – sans compter qu’il faut, en plus, remettre de l’ordre dans le garage.”
― Michael Marshall Smith, La Vie ô combien ordinaire d'Hannah Green

“I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me. I'm always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling. I'm falling through a trapdoor, through infinite space … in a directionless, empty fall. My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool. And I, myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet