Quotes About Tide

Stood off and on during the night, determining not to come to anchor till morning, fearing to meet with shoals; continued our course in the morning; and as the island was found to be six or seven leagues distant, and the tide was against us, it was noon when we arrived there.

I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.

You feel out of control, but we can't control everything that happens in life. Sometimes we just have to go where the tide takes us and know we'll cope with whatever comes along.

The morning was fresh from the rain. The smell of the tide pools was strong. Sweet odors came from the wild grasses in the ravines and from the sand plants on the dunes. I sang as I went down the trail to the beach and along the beach to the sandspit. I felt that the day was an omen of good fortune. It was a good day to begin my new home.

There's something about old houses at sunset...they are ghosts made of wood, softening in the dusk that comes upon them like a tide.

The dotted line my father's ashplant made On Sandymount Strand Is something else the tide won't wash away.

Now it's high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What's left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.

The most amazing thing to me about the sea is the tide. A harbour like St. Ives is totally transformed in a very short space of time by the arrival or departure of the sea.

Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of children. Civilization is cruel in sending them to bed at the most stimulating time of dusk.

Time ... advances like the slowest tide, but retreats like the swiftest torrent.

it seemed as if the ebb would never stop. Tom

I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.

The tide of my love Has risen so high let me flood over You.

ebbed as he

You have seen a ship out on the bay, swinging with the tide, and seeming as if it would follow it; and yet it cannot, for down beneath the water it is anchored. So many a soul sways toward heaven, but cannot ascend thither, because it is anchored to some secret sin.

You don't alter the past, turn the tide, or change yourself by brooding about your hidden motives. You will surprise yourself every time, anyway. Nobody ever figures out why.

And some time during the course of that love-song, somewhere in the landscape of the slum-dwellers' reassurances, somehow through the fact of our survival, their world enfolded my life within its dreams, as gently and completely as a swollen tide closes over a stone that stands upon its shore.

But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.

Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.

Happiness is a tide: it carries you only a little way at a time but you have covered a vast space before you know that you are moving at all.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Only once in a lifetime love rushes in, changing you with the tide.

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.

Low tide, free day, nothing being memorialized here today—memories float, yes, over the place but not memories any of us now among the living possess—open your hands—...to take up whatever it is the spirit must take up, & what is the melody of that, the sustained one note of obligatory hope, taken in...