Quotes About Tides

Of course, the happy shutterbug couldn't have known that his picture of a dildo keel would soon inspire a plot leading to murder and ensnare human beings like dolphins in a gill net. For he was just a San Diego cop who drove a boat, not a true man of the sea. Not one who understands in his soul that the actions of people are like the tides that chase the moon but invariably come crashing back, with all manner of thrashing things roiling in their foamy wake.

The low road and the sea always flirted with each other, and today they were particularly passionate.

It was the first time he had seen her smile. It was the faintest of smiles, yet he felt the tides start to shift all over the world. He knew it was happening.

There are tides of justice surging to the unknown shores of right; Stars of truth that seek a setting in the dark, untutored night.

It was rare but not unheard of for an analysand tossed by tides of transference and desublimation to seek the safety of Dr. Kavalier's doorstep or by contrast inflamed with the special hatred of counter-transference to leave herself there in some desperate condition as a cruel prank like a paper sack of dog turds set afire.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

He wrote authoritatively on magnetism, tides and the motions of the planets, and fondly on the effects of opium.

Almost all the energy that now comes from within the Earth was put there, in one form or another, at the time of its creation (a tiny amount is now added by the flexing of the planet under the tides of Moon and Sun, but it is the merest smidgen).

The amount of energy actually liberated in the burning of these fossil fuels is tiny by planetary scales – ten terawatts or so a year, not that much more than the nuga-tory contribution made by the tides. But the side effects are huge.

The Tides themselves are full of movement and power so that, while they may not exactly be alive, neither are they not-alive.

Even then I knew that the Tides were not random. I saw that if I could record and document them, I might be able to predict their appearance. That was the beginning of my Table.

In the Devonian the moon was 10,000 miles closer, and summoned surging tides that flung fish onto tidal flats, daring them to walk.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life, murmured Niko. They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean's pulse, and our own heartbeat.

Theatre is like a boat, it is only so big, but uprising is the reversal of the system, and revolution is the turning of the tides.

So have I seen Passion and Vanity stamping the living magnanimous earth, but the earth did not alter her tides and her seasons for that.

The Solent was one the worse stretches of sea in England; the current and tides were atrocious, but it was summer and this time the currents and tides were predictable. However, I did not know this; I picked a spot that I could see from the phone, where I would swim from.

Through man's love and woman's love Moons and tides move Which fuse those islands, lying face to face. Mixing in naked passion, Those who naked new life fashion Are themselves reborn in naked grace.

There are tides beneath every tide And the surface of water Holds no weight.

But if you must know, your moon here is rather more powerful than the ones around my own world." "The moon?" said Twoflower. "I don't under-" "If I've got to spell it out," said the troll, testily, "I'm suffering from chronic tides.

Rose, the moon is incredible. Everything down on Earth relies on it. Rats jump for it. Tides rush out from it. Humans kiss under it. Without it there'd be nothing down there worth the light. And that just happened by chance -trillions of odd against it- one bit of stardust meets another bit of dust.

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity, we shall harness . . . the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.

There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God.