Quotes About Island

Happiness is like one of those palaces on an enchanted island, its gates guarded by dragons. One must fight to gain in -Edmond Dantes, Chapter 5

Le bonheur est comme ces palais des îles enchantées dont les dragons gardent les portes. Il faut combattre pour le conquérir

fait pour être si facilement heureux! Le bonheur est comme ces palais des îles enchantées dont les dragons gardent les portes. Il faut combattre pour le conquérir, et moi, en vérité, je ne sais en quoi j'ai mérité le bonheur d'être le mari de Mercédès.

La célébrité de l'île ne datait pas d'hier: son nom, ou plutôt sa qualification, remontait à la plus haute Antiquité; les anciens l'appelaient Kalonèse, de deux mots grecs qui signifient belle île.

Chacun connaît ce retour de l'île d'Elbe, retour étrange, miraculeux, qui, sans exemple dans le passé, restera probablement sans imitation dans l'avenir.

THE WOMEN FROM THE congregation might appear delicate and ladylike, but on this island strength was a necessity. Most of these women could climb onto a roof before a storm to make certain that the shutters at every window were bolted shut, they could cook over an outdoor fire, kill chickens and wild waterfowl, do what they must should the tolerance of our people fade in yet another country.

The last days of May are among the longest of the year, and in spite of the ferry-dock lights and the lights of the cars streaming into the belly of the boat, she could see some glow in the western sky and against it the black mound of an island.

Every profession is an island whose inhabitants earn a precarious living by taking in each other's washing.

There's the juiciest music that makes me so happy, music that I need on that deserted island when I'm stranded for the rest of my life, and nobody cares that it's there.

We are Sinclairs. Beautiful. Privileged. Damaged. Liar. We live, least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know.

I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love.

They built three new houses on their craggy private island and gave them each a name: Windemere for Penny, Red Gate for Carrie, and Cuddledown for Bess.

We burned them all. On a night when Granddad and the rest had taken boats across the bay, When the staff was off duty And we liars we're alone on the island, The four of us did what we were afraid to do. We burned not a home, but a symbol. We burned a symbol to the ground.

It is good to know that once upon a time, there was Gat and me.

I am the eldest Sinclair grandchild. Heiress to the island, the fortune, and the expectations. Well, probably.

when the staff was off duty and we Liars were alone on the island, the four of us did what we were afraid to do. We burned not a home, but a symbol. We burned a symbol to the ground.

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now. I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love.

The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever

It was the hottest day in July, and the island's humidity was draped over me like a mourning veil, yet my body went cold and sweaty. Even my skin was crying.

Thou wast that all to me, love,For which my soul did pine—A green isle in the sea, love,A fountain and a shrine,All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,And all the flowers were mine.

She is always optimistic and resourceful, a woman who, if cast ashore alone on a desert island, would build a house with a guest room.

Baseball is an island of activity amidst a sea of statistics.

I John, who also am your brother, and companion in tribulation, and in the kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ, was in the isle that is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ.

Maybe he was dead and this island was purgatory from which he could only watch the souls of the more deserving go shuttling past to their various Edens. What is death, after all, but a cessation of involvement with the world, a departure from those you love, and those who love you?