Quotes About Arctic

to plan for a return to the Arctic. One

She had sunk at latitude 77°15 N, longitude 155° E, a little more than seven hundred miles south of the North Pole.

The Arctic is the landscape of the self, of the naked soul. It is what the inner landscape looks like when everything beyond the self has been discarded.

A decir verdad, fueron los osos polares los que bautizaron el Ártico. Arktos es «oso» en griego.

Polar bears actually give the Arctic its name. Arktos is Greek for bear." Terrific. Rachel gazed nervously into the dark. "Antarctica has no polar bears," Tolland said. "So they call it Anti-arktos.

it's the mind analogy that bothers Crozier the most. Haunted and plagued by melancholia much of his life, knowing it as a secret weakness made worse by his twelve winters frozen in arctic darkness as an adult, feeling it recently triggered into active agony by Sophia Cracroft's rejection

Great tracts of reindeer moss, for example: tiny stars and florets and inklings of an ancient flora growing on exhausted land. Crisp underfoot in summer, the stuff is like a patch of the arctic fallen into the world in the wrong place. Everywhere, there are bony shoulders and blades of flint. On wet mornings you can pick up shards knocked from flint cores by Neolithic craftsmen, tiny flakes of stone glowing in thin coats of cold water.

in the winter of 1902 a dysentery epidemic brought by a sailor on the whaling ship Active killed 51 out of the 56 Sadlermiut Eskimos, a very isolated band of people living on Southampton Island in the Canadian Arctic.

Iceland, though it lies so far to the north that it is partly within the Arctic Circle, is, like Norway, Scotland, and Ireland, affected by the Gulf Stream, so that considerable portions of it are quite habitable.

There's one place, and one place only, to see polar bears in America. You have to travel to the country's northernmost point, the very apex of Alaska's North Slope, to the permafrost shores that stretch out on either side from the Inupiat town of Kaktovik.

A wall of indestructible ice between him and Foeslayer. "That's not —" Arctic started, then bit back the rest of his sentence as his mother hissed at him. "In fact," she spat, "since you are so overwhelmed by this animus gift decision, it seems best for you to stay in seclusion until it is time for the ceremony. Clearly something here has been distracting you, but we won't let that be a problem anymore.

You're brilliant," said Fox, tossing her wings wide and spinning on the balcony, letting the snow whirl around her. "And meanwhile, I'll spread a rumor among the guards that something strange might be happening tomorrow night. If they see Arctic trying to escape with the NightWings, he won't be able to change his mind and slither back. He'll have to keep flying.

Arctic snatched the last bright green drink from a passing tray and stared into it gloomily.

But come on," Foeslayer had said, rolling her eyes. "How can she call that a 'gift of vision'? Is there anything less visionary you could do with your powers? Don't listen to her, Arctic. It's your magic. Make something completely wonderful with it." "Yeah?" he'd said. "Like what?

Melting permafrost in Greenland and the Arctic tundra is releasing vast amounts of methane, a potent climate-altering gas.

Day after day he roamed about in the arctic cold, his soul filled full of bitterness and despair. He saw the world of civilization then more plainly than ever he had seen it before; a world in which nothing counted but brutal might, an order devised by those who possessed it for the subjugation of those who did not.

She was riding a bear! And the Aurora was swaying above them in golden arcs and loops, and all around was the bitter Arctic cold and the immense silence of the North.

Well, all right then. Finding out that you're an Arctic hare – that's surprising. Damn, I was surprised. Surprised? Why the hell were you surprised? I ain't surprised, said Hester. Iorek's right. I always knew I had more class than a rabbit.

We need to save the Arctic not because of the polar bears, and not because it is the most beautiful place in the world, but because our very survival depends upon it.

Shell Oil's decision to pull the plug on drilling for oil in the Chukchi Sea is a major victory for the Arctic.

Wisps of arctic blue and green and purple buzzed and whirled within those sharp spikes, sending out a wild coruscation of coloured light. The aurora was mesmerizing and blinding at the same time, and little disco balls hoped that they could grow up to be half as brilliant one day.

If the Greenhouse Theory were valid, temperatures in the Arctic and the Antarctic would have risen several degrees Celsius since 1940 due to the huge emissions of man-made CO2 . The icy bad news for the CO2 alarmists is that the temperatures at and near the North and South Poles are lower now than they were in 1930.

The world cannot live without the Arctic; it affects every living thing on Earth and acts as a virtual thermostat, reflecting sunlight and cooling the planet.

The Finns also have a rather lovely word for the aurora borealis: revontulet, which translates as 'foxfire'. The origins are supposedly in a Finnish fable, in which an Arctic fox, running through snow, sprayed up crystals with his tail, causing sparks to fly off into the night sky.