Quotes About Cliffs

I'm an adrenaline junkie. I love climbing crazy trees or cliffs, which doesn't make my mom very happy.

The island's cliffs do not grasp the cloud's shadow The amberdrop cannot hold the wind's sigh Like the cloud, like the wind Your breath takes the moment in Your breath sends it away again

The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar, Where first two men spread wings for flight and dared the hawk afar.

Ah, what stars there are in the Ukraine. I've been living in Moscow almost seven years, but I still feel drawn to my homeland. My heart aches, I get a terrible urge to board a train and be off. To see the cliffs covered in

In bony, ribby regions of the earth, where at the base of high broken cliffs masses of rock lie strewn in fantastic groupings upon the plain, you will often discover images as of the petrified forms of the Leviathan partly merged in grass, which of a windy day breaks against them in a surf of green surges.

If Caradore was like a prancing horse, frozen on the cliffs, the flags of its mane still fluttering, Norgance was like a lazy grey lizard lying close to the land, its limbs, relaxed and sprawling.

I had an overwhelming sense of the lonliness of this city - a trillion souls in their bedrooms, high in the cliffs of windows. I thought of what was underneath it all - I thought of the electricty cables, steam, water, fire, subway trains and lava in the city's guts, the subterranean rumbling of trains and earthquakes. I thought of the dead souls from the war, concreted over.

Becky walked to the sea late in the day, trod barefoot among the tumbled blocks of stone that lined the foreshore, smelling the old harsh smell of salt, hearing the water slap and chuckle while from high above came the endless sinister trickling of the cliffs. Into her consciousness stole, maybe for the first time, the sense of loneliness; an oppression born of the gentle miles of summer water, the tall blackness of the headlands, the fingers of the stone ledges pushing out into the sea.

I go out to the cliffs with binoculars to see whales find their way in from the southern mist and I walk here in this paddock, stubbornly, wondering at the heat each of us leaves in our wake.

The Margate of my mind has the most beautiful sunsets that stretch across the entire horizon. Sharp white cliffs divide a charcoal blue sea from the hard reality of the land.

The cliffs and mountains of this region were honeycombed with caves

The farther in they went, the closer the cliffs pressed to either side. They followed the moonlit ribbon of stream back toward its source. Icicles bearded its stony banks, but Jon could still hear the sound of rushing water beneath the thin hard crust.

Å, som hun savnet de svale, tåkete morgenene hjemme i Irland. Lukten av regn og gress, havet som slo inn mot de svarte klippene og den beske lukten av brennende torv i ovnen. (...) Velda tvang bort de forræderske tankene på Irland. Hun visste de bare dukket opp i svake stunder, og hun visste at hun ville følge mannen sin til verdens ende - selv om det var varmt som i helvetet og dobbelt så ubehagelig.

Damon stared at the house, drawn to the warmth of it. It seemed almost alive, begging him to come closer. He went outside onto his deck, intending to sit in the chair and enjoy his view of the sea. Instead he found himself limping his way steadily up the path toward the cliffs. It was nearly a compulsion.

Hoc spumans mundanas obvallat Pelagus oras terrestres amniosis fluctibus cudit margines. Saxeas undosis molibus irruit avionas. Infima bomboso vertice miscet glareas asprifero spergit spumas sulco, sonoreis frequenter quatitur flabris

The cats were still there, dozens of them, the color of the cliffs, dozing in the sand beneath the bushes, invisible until they stirred or darted away. Waves came in high and crashed down like shelves overcrowded with books-abrupt and massive.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

quietly. "To the cliffs and caves, while we have the sun." "There you go. They can't come out. Nothing

Beneath us lie the lights of the herring fleet. The cliffs vanish. Rippling small, rippling grey, innumerable waves spread beneath us. I touch nothing. I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling me over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.

Luz dorada sobr el mar, sobre arena, sobre cantizales. El sol está ahí, los gráciles árboles, las casas limón.

All through the night, like the tumult of a river when it races between the cliffs of a canyon, in my sleep I could hear the steady roar of the passing army.

What can she do but shrink with terror? Soon she is only doll-size in dark doll's costume. Quivering bones and feverish blood are the stuffings of this doll, its entrails tickled by fear's funereal plume. It flies to a corner of the room and cringes within enormous shadows, sometimes dreaming there throughout the night—of carriage wheels rioting in a lavender mist or a pearly fog, of nacreous fires twitching beyond the margins of country roads, of cliffs and stars.

At such moments, I felt that we were like the people in California who live in enormous houses on the sides of cliffs, ghat our lives were beautiful but precarious, their foundations vulnerable.

I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys of Switzerland - I mark the long winters and the isolation.