Quotes About Ebb

What is called realism is usually a record of life at a low pitch and ebb viewed in the sunless light of day.

The White Lady replied,— Do not ask me; On doubts like these thou canst not task me. We only see the passing show Of human passions' ebb and flow; And view the pageant's idle glance As mortals eye the northern dance, When thousand streamers, flashing bright, Career it o'er the brow of night. And gazers mark their changeful gleams, But feel no influence from their beams.

In some ways it feels like forever ago. There's that ebb and flow in my mind about other things, too. Where it feels close, then far away. The Benders, the train, the bus, Louise, the library, my mother...waves of memories that wash in, then out. Close, then far. Fear's like that, too.

When a life ebbs away, it is peaceful and painless.

En el amor, como agua del mar te has desatado. (In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater)

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

What the tide takes away, the tide brings back.

When sequencing an album, you kind of have to look at it like you're making a movie with different acts, and you have ebb and flow, peaks and valleys. You want it to feel like a journey or a good movie or book where you can actually feel very satisfied at the ride at the end of it.

Love must be taken on the tide, before it ebbs.

We are never encouraged to experience the ebb and flow of our moods, of our health, of the weather, of outer events—pleasant and unpleasant—in their fullness. Instead we stay caught in a fearful, narrow holding pattern of avoiding any pain and continually seeking comfort. This is the universal dilemma.

There is no new wave, only the sea.

There is a constant ebb and flow in art historical reputations. The reputation of even the greatest figures like Picasso are in flux.

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

There gradually developed between them a relationship that was not without its ebb and flow. One moment she would receive an invitation to visit Hohenschwangau in the middle of winter… the next she would be told hat she must leave Munich within 34 hours — to which she replied that she knew her rights. One moment the King would be lying passionately at her feet, the next he would forbid her to come near him...

I want the shining gravel in a dark brook. I want the sparkle of the stone beneath the rays of sun, I want death that frees me. I could manage to have pleasure if I abstained from thinking. Then I'd feel the ebb and flow of air in my lungs.

All the rivers run into the sea, but the seas are not yet full.

Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.

It throbs, the pain coming in staggering pulses, like a second, ragged heartbeat. I cannot bring myself to do more than lie there and wait for it to ebb.

Now here they were. She couldn't exactly say if Savannah had caught them on an upswing or a downswing, or if they'd finally found an equilibrium that would last them until death did them part. Sometimes it felt like their relationship ebbed and flowed over a day, or even a conversation. She could feel affection followed by resentment in the space of ten minutes.

I always like to think that I make movies that are like Nirvana songs. They have a slow verse, and then they pop into high gear, and then they go back into slow, and then they pop into high gear again.

le monde est émotion à l'état pur, allant et venant entre ses créatures.

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred. Suddenly we are touching the sacred part -- running to the shoreline, feeling the first cold burst of water on our ankles, reaching into the tide to catch at shells before they ebb away from our fingers. We have returned to a world that is capable of glistening, and we are wading deeper within it.

the sadness will ebb the trouble is the time it might take

There has been an ebb and flow in enterprise IT of centralized versus distributed.