Quotes About Coast

I like to go for a little drive up the California coast.

I love being back on the East Coast.

I grew up in the north of England, in New Castle, which is where Hadrian's Wall starts on the east coast of England and then goes across to the west.

Then the BBC approached me in 2005 and asked me to be one of the presenters of the series 'Coast', which turned into a very long-running series.

The stakes in my books tend to be kind of ridiculously high. In 'Kid vs. Squid,' the question is whether or not the California coast will be subsumed by the ocean in favor of the creation of a new Atlantis. In 'The Boy at the End of the World,' what's at stake is the survival of the human species.

Where I am from in Sweden was on the beach, so I love the sound of the water hitting the dock.

I can't swim, and I actually hate sand.

I love to sing swing and shuffle stuff. Radio may not play it coast to coast, but I love playing them. Man, they fill the dance floor up. People who live the night life at these honky-tonks eat this stuff up.

the country's bean curve. Or else they were that mode: the fat, middle part of the graph that fell away to nothing on both coasts. They'd become an alien species to him, although he was one of them, by habit and birth.

Almost everything strange washes up near Miami.

As soon as the rocky coast line of the island came into view, I ordered one of the ropes to wrap around Annabeth's waist, tying her to the foremast. Don't untie me, she said, no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself. Are you trying to tempt me? Ha-ha.

hooligan posse of gulls wheeled noisily overhead

And that's why, years and years later, that day Tommy and I found another copy of that lost tape of mine in a town on the Norfolk coast, we didn't just think it pretty funny; we both felt deep down some tug, some old wish to believe again in something that was once close to our hearts.

Around most of its coast the cliffs rise out of the cold sea without the courtesy of a beach. Angered by this rudeness the waves pound on the rock in impotent rage: a ten-thousand-year fit of bad temper that the island ignores with impunity.

The dreadful summit of the cliffThat beetles o'er his base into the sea.

We on the coast, Zeke?" I asked. "Afraid not, Willie," he said. "Where are we?" "Weatherford, Texas." Weatherford is barely twenty-five miles west of Fort Worth.

Pranzammo a Torre Annunziata con la tavola disposta proprio in riva al mare. Tutti coloro erano felici d'abitare in quei luoghi, alcuni affermavano che senza la vista del mare sarebbe impossibile vivere. A me basta che quell'immagine rimanga nel mio spirito.

Beaches are the same the world over. . . . I don't mean to be ironic. California is that way naturally. It's hard to do malice to California.

I'm getting closer to the coast and realize how much I hate arriving at a destination. Transition is always a relief. Destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar, I could remain in a state of perpetual freedom.

I remembered a friend of mine dying from AIDS, and while he was visiting his family on the coast for the last time, he was seated in the grass during a picnic to which dozens of family members were invited. He looked up from his fried chicken and said, "I just want to die with a big dick in my mouth.

Para llegar a Maratón, los atenienses recorrieron 42 kilómetros por el camino que transcurría junto a la costa este del Ática. Aunque existe otra ruta más corta, monte a través, no era apropiada para una columna de tantos hombres, cargados además con armas pesadas. Al mismo tiempo, los generales mandaron a Esparta a un hemeródromo o mensajero profesional, un tal Fidípides.'o

When I asked the mayor if flood insurance rates had gone up after Sandy, he said, "Not really." This is how disaster relief works in America. There are lots of incentives to rebuild but few incentives to rebuild differently, much less to rethink the long-term future of cities and towns along the coast.

It was impossible, at that time, to reach much of Florida's west coast except by rickety train across the northern part of the state and then south by boat. No roads linked the coasts in mid- or lower-state. The vast Everglades formed a natural, forbidding barrier.

God, but the coast here was painfully beautiful, the dark lush greens of the fir trees piercing his brain, the half-raging sky and sea, the surge of salt water against the rocks twinned to the urgent wash of blood through his arteries as he waited for her to kill him or hear him out. Seditious thoughts: there would be nothing too terrible about dying out here, about becoming part of all of this.