Quotes About Shore

Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.

They were lying on a bed of soft moss at the edge of The Crooked Forest. He could hear waves crashing along the shore. She was sprawled out in a robe of silver, her hair spread beneath her like a tide pool.

I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Absence"]

In front of us lay a smooth sandy beach, beyond which rose gradually a high wooded country, and behind us was the sea, studded with numerous islands of every variety of form.

To Zinkoff and to all the kids in this brick-and-hoagie town, summer is like a great warm shallow lake. Some frolic and splash. Some strike out for the distant shore, too far away to see. Some just stand there, digging their toes into the sandy bottom. It is warm and sunny and lazy and you can leave your feet if you want to, because in the warm waters of summer, everybody floats." (p. 161).

A bridge was thrown by Nala o'er The narrow sea from shore to shore.39 They crossed to Lanká's golden town, Where Ráma's hand smote

yes, I know what you loved, brooding by the shore, your cheek in your still-damp hand, thinking, —Vicente Aleixandre, from "Tragic Destiny," A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)

After tiny has tried ballerina pose, swing-batter-batter pose, pump-up-the-jam pose, and top-of-the-mountain-sound-of-music pose in the reflection of the bean, he walks us to a bench overlooking lake shore drive.

Her breathing was shallow, a seashore slowly being covered with water.

Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.

Maybe it doesn't matter that life never blossomed into something larger than itself. Moored to the shore she set out from, as almost all women were, once.

Maybe it doesn't matter that life never blossomed into something larger than itself. Moored to the shore she set out from, as almost all women were, once.

Then you must tell 'em dat love ain't somethin' lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

Dey gointuh make 'miration 'cause mah love didn't work lak they love, if dey ever had any. Then you must tell 'em dat love ain't somethin' lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

Love is lak de sea. It's uh movie' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

Hariri dice en su Maqamat: "La seguridad está en la ORILLA del río

En lo profundo del mar hay riquezas incomparables. Pero si buscas seguridad, está en la orilla. Saadi, Jardín de Rosas.

Deep in the sea are riches beyond compare. But if you seek safety, it is on the shore.

Look at the view from here. If we were down on the shore, we wouldn't be able to see how the two boats maneuver to avoid each other. We can see the lighthouse and the Dungeness Spit. From up here, we can see lots of things we couldn't if we were in the middle of the waves." She got where he was going. "Now that it's all over, we can see how God took care of us through this. He

Morning Sea Let me stop right here. Let me, too, have a look at nature: the morning sea and the cloudless sky, both a luminous blue, the yellow shore, all of it beautiful, and in such magnificent light. Let me stop right here. Let me pretend this is actually what I'm seeing (I really did see it, when I first stopped) and not, here too, more of those fantasies of mine, more of those memories, those voluptuous illusions.

Some say the ocean roars, I hear it ever weeping. Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before. Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

O, the sorrow of us all, to wander the earth in a shell. And looking to the heavens, we lay to rest in hell. The suffering of the innocent in the midst of Jacob's well. How the miles fled between us, and that distance is still great. Though on the same shore we now sit, in temporal quietude to wait. The moon is our bright witness; it will lead us to the gate.

May the two of you walk the shore side by side sharing sister stories for many years to come.

I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.