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“He turned into the road at that slow and ponderous gallop, the two of them, man and beast, leaning a little stiffly forward as though in some juggernautish simulation of terrific speed though the actual speed itself was absent, as if in that cold and implacable and undeviating conviction of both omnipotence and clairvoyance of which they both partook known destination and speed were not necessary.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“Everything started to move in slow motion. A vehicle was coming up the hill in the opposite direction, facing us but in its own lane. With vehicles parked on both sides of the road, this meant that there was just a narrow passage area for both vehicles to pass through. However, he had yet to reduce his speed, and now I knew which car he was going to hit. I was frozen stiff with fear in the front passenger seat, as I helplessly watched him slam into the back of a parked car. I was not wearing a seat belt, so upon impact my head crashed into the windshield. I was then slammed back into my seat, but with such force that everything went black.”
― Drexel Deal, The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father

“And when we jumped, there was this moment, right before the drop. Shimmering suspension, as if the air around us had turned just a little closer to honey. Just for long enough to let me watch her watching me, her pretty eyes squinched against the sun. Her mouth open wide and round in the fullest laugh, as if she could gulp down all the joy of being with me in the air.
And then we fell, obviously, but that wasn't the point.
Aloft. That was the word I wanted. That feeling both of freedom and not being alone.
Aloft is what we'd had that day, what Niko always meant to me.”
― Lana Popović, Fierce Like a Firestorm

“The hurricane Ian disaster was a like a tsunami in slow motion!”
― Steven Magee