Quotes About Coast

I was brought up in a flat in North London - virtually the last building in London, because north of us was countryside all the way to the coast, and south of us was non-stop London for 20 miles.

Cap parked and got out. It was hot but not humid, and it was glorious. Hot but not humid . Did everyone on the East Coast know about this?

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.

This is being written in another seaside cottage on another coast. Gin and whiskey have bitten rings in the table where I sit.

It may well be that what gives to the wind along that Wessex coast its indescribable mixture of vague sorrow and wild obscure joy comes from its passing, on its unpredictable path, the floating hair of so many love-lorn maidens and the wild-tossed beards of so many desolate old men.

She saw the deepness that was at the edge of France and it made the beach under her feel like a ledge on a cliff.

Following the coast northward, he named the terra firma off his port side La Florida in recognition of the Easter season, known in Spain as Pascua Florida, "feast of flowers.

the captain decided to hoist sail and move a little westward, on the chance that the fog was hugging the coast of the Island. This was likely; land heats up and cools down faster than water, which caused early fogs over many seacoasts in warm weather.

When I go down by the sandy shore I can think of nothing I want more Than to live by the booming sea As the seagulls flutter round about me I can run about--when the tide is out With the wind and the sand and the sea all about And the seagulls are swirling and diving for fish Oh-to live by the sea is my only wish.

La palabra 'migración' significaba para los de Tres Camarones la temporada en que el atún y las ballenas pasaban rumbo al norte por la costa, o cuando las guacamayas llegaban del sur. No sabían de otro significado

tegeus-Cromis, sometime soldier and sophisticate, who now dwelt quite alone in a tower by the sea and imagined himself a better poet than swordsman.

But it's going to be used for the health and welfare of the bank accounts of the businessmen of Palm County, and done with so many reasonable arguments it'll be years before the public realizes what a polite screwing it took, here and all up and down this coast. Maybe what I'm saying is this, people. Nobody is going to listen to sweet reason.

We are all tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back from whence we came.

There has been failure, particularly with the effort to protect our coast and our marsh. And that was the biggest topic of discussion in a very frank meeting we had with the president.

the sea was hidden by the house's curve, but we could both hear it, the distant hiss of waves against sand.

people were once again becoming alarmed at the sight of viking sails.

from 980 onwards the Chronicle reports attacks on various towns and monasteries around the south coast.

the ability to appear on the horizon without warning, rather than having to tack around the coast.

But this was Stormland. There was always another front coming remorselessly at the coast. A Category Four was coming from the mid-Atlantic, angling to cross their northward flight path. The Butcher Bird should be turned inland to try to dodge the worst of it. But NoelLeuman had insisted they stay on this course. Leuman was a stormrider.

The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature.

The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature. It was very far inland that I caught the first smell of the Pacific. When one has been long at sea, the smell of land reaches far out to greet one. And the same it true when one has been long inland.

The mountains sat with their feet in the sea, and the old man's house was on the knees.

The deep-laden boats pull in against the coast where the canneries dip their tails into the bay. The figure is advisedly chosen, for if the canneries dipped their mouths into the bay the canned sardines which emerge from the other end would be metaphorically, at least, even more horrifying.

Oh, my goodness-how lovely to have you here," she gushed. "Now please tell me-where is it that you're from?" "I'm from Iowa," I said, flustered by the attention. "Oh, my dear!" She shook her head, her feather bobbing. "Here on the East Coast- we pronounce it O-hi-o!