Top 14 Leached Quotes
#1. I don't want to be overly dramatic about it, but I think people more and more wonder, is this living, or are we just going through the motions? What's happening? Is everything being leached out of life? Is the whole texture and values and everything kind of draining away?
John Zerzan
#2. When writing becomes too dominant, it gets leached of its own power. We spend more and more time writing, and we have less and less to write about.
Julia Cameron
#3. I love 'Shattered Glass.' It's one of my favorite movies. I think it's just brilliant.
Steve Zahn
#4. When you have caught the rhythm of Africa, you find out that it is the same in all her music.
Karen Blixen
#5. All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Even the sky was grey. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.
George R R Martin
#6. It's a little bit devastating being surrounded by people who can do what you can't anymore. People who create. People whose souls don't live in their bodies anymore because they've leached so much of themselves into their work.
Katja Millay
#7. I know real people, whose names I could tell you, people I know who have said 'I've stopped buying the New York Times.' Why? Because their editorial position has filtered, has leached into the news pages.
Bernard Goldberg
#8. Love is a thread that ties us together. Separation makes this thread much stronger.
Debasish Mridha
#9. The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.
The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.
Michael R. Fletcher
#11. Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.
Jim Butcher
#12. I clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air. My muscles are clenched tight against the cold. If a pack of wild dogs were to
Suzanne Collins
#13. The detritus of animal and plant life that had died miles above. It fell steadily through each zone of the ocean, down and down, shredding into flakes, leached of pigment until it became bone white. A snow of death.
Nick Cutter
#14. The world seemed leached of color. The river was the color of steel, the sky gray as a dove, the horizon a thick black painted line in the distance.
Cassandra Clare
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