Quotes About Headland

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

What about Bernie?' Claire had said, but when they asked Mr Howe he said a sandwich would do for him and continued to practise his magic tricks. So Ramsay called in an eager young constable to stay in the house and they drove away from the Headland, Sal Wedderburn in the driving seat and Marilyn and Claire silently in the back. He was surprised there were no reporters waiting for them in the street. Only the slight movement of upstairs net curtains marked their going

granite headland, drawing ever closer, looks like an unholy tooth, something black and dangerous

I love St. Ives and Fowey. I have childhood memories of the Headland Hotel, where 'The Witches' was filmed, standing on the Fistral Beach. There's something about packing a bikini and Wellington boots - and I'm away.

the idyll was marred by the appearance round the southern headland of a small, waspish-looking vessel, standing slowly out on a course parallel to our own. It happened that I saw her first, and drew my commander's attention to her with a sailor-like hail of: "Jesus! Look at that!" Spring

The coast of Maine was in former years brought so near to foreign shores by its busy fleet of ships that among the older men and women one still finds a surprising proportion of travelers. Each seaward-stretching headland with its high-set houses

On fine days he knew she was painting in her hut so he tried to avoid that high part of the headland, that part where his heart lay.

The wind on the headland whined softly round them, and although, as they watched, Great-Uncle Merry's expression did not change, they suddenly knew that some enormous emotion was flooding through him. Like an electric current it tingled the air, exciting and frightening at the same time; though they could not understand what it was.

A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.

He'd known the headland was undercut from years of waves and weather, but he hadn't expected to trigger its complete collapse. Shoving the wall over had been merely an attempt to complicate the situation. He'd never imagined . . . this.