Quotes About Shore

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

No reptiles are found there [in Ireland], and no snake can live there; for, though often carried thither out of Britain, as soon as the ship comes near the shore, and the scent of the air reaches them, they die.

Writing criticism is to writing fiction and poetry as hugging the shore is to sailing in the open sea.

The Captain was wearing his best blousey shirt, his beard was gleaming in the early morning light and he'd polished all his gold teeth. As he strode manfully towards the shore, the only thing that could have make him look even more heroic that he already did would have been the theme to Flash Gordon playing in the background, but it was a hundred and seventy years too early for that.

Alone is current in truth's river, like togetherness. Alone has its own fidelity. But when you navigate that closer view of the shore, it often seems that faith you have in yourself is all the faith there is.

The wound healed and the pain receded from me just as memories do, like landmarks on a distant, foggy shore.

Oh land of farms and green hills mild Once formed by giants rough and wild With massive paws they gripped and tore With one great rip they formed the shore Where heavy boots left prints so deep Blue lakes remain 'tween summits steep The giants fought beneath our skies And from their bones our mountains rise

Time is like a ship which never anchors; while I am on board, I had better do those things that may profit me at my landing, than practice such as shall cause my commitment when I come ashore.

Time is the wave upon the shore. It takes some things away, but it brings other things.

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

I love the optimism on the shores of youth, where time hasn't yet eroded faith.

This is what I have. The dull hangover of waiting, the blush of my heart on the damp grass, the flower-faced moon. A gull broods on the shore where a moment ago there were two. Softly my right hand fondles my left hand as though it were you.

A gull broods on the shore where a moment ago there were two. Softly my right hand fondles my left hand as though it were you.

The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.

The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore-- A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale.

Only a moment; a moment of strength, of romance, of glamour—of youth!… A flick of sunshine upon a strange shore, the time to remember, the time for a sigh, and—goodbye!—Night—Goodbye…!

No more here for me to do. I go back to sea cave, hear beating of waves on shore, rustle of wind in grasses.

The Argo was no longer beached beside the other ships but rocked at anchor some distance from shore. "The king's orders," Iolaus whispered. "He thinks that once the ship's got all her supplies aboard, she'd be too heavy for us to launch. That shows how little he knows of ships, or how little he thinks of us!" "Or how eager he is to be sure nothing keeps Prince Jason here," I murmured.

Absent one, how I miss you on this shore that conjures you and fades if you're away

I watched the refugee kids swim. They are easy to spot. They are the ones whose mothers stand on the shore watching the horizon instead of their child.

Have you ever watched a crab on the shore crawling backward in search of the Atlantic Ocean, and missing? That's the way the mind of man operates.

On the barren shore, and on the lofty ice barrier in the background, myriads of grotesque penguins squawked and flapped their fins; while many fat seals were visible on the water, swimming or sprawling across large cakes of slowly drifting ice.

Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.

As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man told me of that land, the Land of Zar, where dwell all the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to men once and then are forgotten. And when I looked upon the terraces again I saw that what he said was true, for among the sights before me were many things I had once seen through the mists beyond the horizon and in the phosphorescent depths of the ocean.