Quotes About Island

A private plane sits on a runway in Martha's Vineyard, forward stairs deployed.

Cloisim tú ag glaoch orm san oíche ag rá liom teacht go dtí do oileán draíochta. Fuaimníonn do ghuth mar thoirneach thar an mbóchna. Is mórthaibhseach do ghlór agus is naofa— 'Tair chugam, tair chugam, einne atá traochta.

God, I hate this place. I mean, I love it. It's home. These are my people. But I hate it. It's like an island surrounded by sharks—except that sharks don't bother you unless you go in the water. But our land sharks are on their way in. It's just a matter of how long it takes for them to get hungry enough.

the island represents our earliest, most primal state prior to socialization, when the ego has already individualized enough to attain a certain level of self-awareness, but without yet having entered into complete, fulfilling relationships with its surroundings

The island, a miracle of diversity, contains 11 of Earth's 13 climate zones—from lush tropical rain forests to desolate, black lava deserts to arctic tundra.

The Laconian peninsula lay weightlessly along the eastern horizon and, slightly more substantial, the outline of Elaphonisi—Stag-Island—loomed between us. Wraithlike on the Lybian Sea which expanded southwards far beyond the divider-point capes of Malea and Matapan, hovered Cythera once again, and beyond it, hardly discernible, Anticythera, the last stepping stone to the two stormy western capes of Crete.

The first thing you see, directly in front of you, is a dim-lit tunnel receding deep under the island. The tunnel is paved with tiny glass beads of light, one for each of the two hundred thousand deportees. On the end wall of the tunnel is a bright light, almost a searchlight, which I've been told is intended to represent hope. But it

Faith is an island in the setting sun, But proof is the bottom line for everyone.

Love is an island in the setting sun

On that island was a lighthouse I had seen every single summer of my entire life and my mother, too, had seen it her entire life, and I wondered how it might affect your way of thinking, if you always had a lighthouse in the corner of your eye.

The last rays of the setting sun were filtering through the orchard, weaving strange, shadowy patterns on the dusty ochre earth ... Here was one small reminder, if one were needed, that we were a long way from those frosty Scottish autumns that I knew so well. This was, indeed, the island of winter spring.

They traveled through the whole island as far as Paphos, where they found a Jewish sorcerer and false prophet named Bar-Jesus,

But it was not long before a cyclone called the Northeaster swept down across the island.

Passing to the lee of a small island called Cauda, we barely managed to secure the lifeboat.

However, we must run aground on some island.”

Once we were safely ashore, we learned that the island was called Malta.

The islanders showed us extraordinary kindness. They kindled a fire and welcomed all of us because it was raining and cold.

Nearby stood an estate belonging to Publius, the chief official of the island. He welcomed us and entertained us hospitably for three days.

After three months we set sail in an Alexandrian ship that had wintered in the island. It had the Twin Brothers as a figurehead.

I, John, your brother and partner in the tribulation and kingdom and perseverance that are in Jesus, was on the island of Patmos because of the word of God and my testimony about Jesus.