Quotes About Shore

I'm from New Jersey, the Shore, and Asbury Park and all that goes with that. I wouldn't want to mess around with that. I like New Jersey. There are nice people here.

I grew up on the Eastern Shore with the Chesapeake Bay as my backyard - name a job out on the water, and I've probably had it.

All the world is moving, even sand from one shore to another is being shuttled. I live my life half afraid, and half shouting at the trains when they thunder by. This letter to you is both.

I couldn't see the ocean from my condo, but I could hear it, and the rhythm of the waves lapping at the shore made it seem like the world itself was breathing.

If I'm lonely it must be the loneliness of waking first, of breathing dawns' first cold breath on the city of being the one awake in a house wrapped in sleep If I'm lonely it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore in the last red light of the year that knows what it is, that knows it's neither ice nor mud nor winter light but wood, with a gift for burning from "Song

For here rolls the sea, and even here lies the other shore waiting to be reached—yes, here is this everlasting present, not distant, not anywhere else.

The shore whispers to the sea: "Write to me what your waves struggle to say." The sea writes in foam again and again and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.

The life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship. In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place. All through the long history of Earth it has been an area of unrest where waves have broken heavily against the land, where the tides have pressed forward over the continents, receded, and then returned. For no two successive days is the shore line precisely the same.

Grilling outside with my parents at the Jersey shore. We would grill lobster and corn in the summer.

Consider her words: "I think if I could have seen the shore, I would have made it." For believers, that shore is Jesus and being with him in the place that he promised to prepare for us, where we will live with him forever. The shore we should look for is that of the New Earth. If we can see through the fog and picture our eternal home in our mind's eye, it will comfort and energize us.

And the sea moved her back down the shore.

most seamen lead, if one may so express it, a sedentary life. Their minds are of the stay-at-home order.... In the immutability of their surroundings, the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; ... a casual stroll or a casual spree on shore suffices to unfold for him the secret of a whole continent, and generally he finds the secret not worth knowing.

staring bleakly at the endless tame, quiet waves breaking like pet puppy dogs against the shore, scampering lightly up the sand a foot or two and then trotting away.

The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud,These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.

You could no more educate sailors in a shore college than you could teach ducks to swim in a garret"—

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

As much as I transferred my mother to Elizabeth Shore of The Black Dahlia, as much as her dad mutated into an obsession with crime in general, well, I have thought about other things throughout the years.

Because we separate like ripples on a blank shore (in rainbows).

I wiped away the weeds and foam,I fetched my sea-born treasures home;But the poor, unsightly, noisome thingsHad left their beauty on the shore,With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.

I didn't even notice that my shoes were full of mud by the time I reached the rocky shore. There was ragged yellow police tape tied to some branches, dancing in the wind. It was as if the tape was waving, welcoming me back to place where I would have died.

Help your brother's boat across, and lo! your own has reached the shore. HINDU PROVERB

I once knew this cellist, Miss Browning, A swan with whom I enjoyed clowning. But at night when she bloomed I felt blissfully doomed. Far from shore, in danger of drowning.

the lap and luff of the sea on the ash-blue shore.