Quotes About Island

There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.

I've been thinking about that book about the boys who crash on the island....Lord of the Flies what about it....You know how you said it wasn't a true measure of humanity since there were no girls and you wondered how it would be different if there had been girls...Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's watching them so they can be who they really are.

There had been something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.

How I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of good will.

How I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of good will.

descubriera esta isla poblada de seres felices, sencillos, entregados a la vida sana que constituye el estado natural del ser humano, dándole el nombre de la nave en que viajaba.

If these walls started talking, the entire Island would be put under quarantine while the government moved in an army of psychiatrists.

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So I hired consultants to block all communication off the island, from landlines, cells, or computers. Cells can't get voice, text, e-mail, or Internet.

unchartered Island in the north pacific.

And also, you've been stuckoo on an islandoo for a long time with only beardedoo guys who talkoo funny and bowoo down to you," Hades said, and then laughed. "That's gotta get boring after a while.

You dreamt of me, I knew, And hence I couldn't sleep. The lantern flickered blue And there my path ran steep. [...] "This is a lake," you thought. "There is an island here..." Just then, on the darkened road, A little blue light appeared. By wretched sunlight severed, You stirred and moaned in pain, And for the first time ever, You called me by my name.

The lover is the father's mirror. The brother stands between. The mirror spins, spins, spins. Blood. So much blood. He clings to the island of maybe. The bridge will have to rise from the sea. The threads are not yet in place.

Everything and everyone was so hungry. The monster. The Barrow folk, buying everything up when danger lurked. The City people, clutching at pretty little enchanted things. Substituting magic for people. The shining people's ancestors, when the plague threatened, ignoring the warnings of the wizards, assuring themselves magic would keep them safe as they themselves brought death upon the entire island.

The first goal to be able to divide my life between two lovely places, an island off the coast of France and a village surrounded by Spanish mountains has been achieved.

My first advantage: I have everything. My second advantage: this is just another island. My third advantage: I am bigger than it all.

Here's the thing: I am not only a creature of civilization, I'm an asthmatic person. I will only live so long as I have stockpiled the proper inhalers. I'm effectively a cyborg. You know how in Jurassic Park, they bred those dinosaurs with the lysine deficiencies, so if they ever got off the island, they'd die? That's me.

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I'm his ideal.

Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York—and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land.

a sixteen-year-old girl could keep a relationship with an older man from her mother, then who knew what else lay hidden in the minds of these island folks?

Eres lo que falta a todo. Eres lo que falta a cada cosa para poder amarla por siempre. Llave extraviada de las puertas del Templo, camino encubierto del Palacio, Isla lejana que la bruma nunca deja ver...

I view Che, furthermore, as a moral giant who grows day by day, whose image, whose strength, whose influence has multiplied throughout the world. How could he fit below a tombstone? How could he fit in this plaza? How could he fit solely in our beloved but small island? Only the world he dreamed of, which he lived and fought for, is big enough for him.

I grew up on such a small island, and professional theater seemed so far away. I never, ever thought I'd get so lucky to be appearing in movies.