Quotes About Tide

I doubted whether driftwood has the right to say, "I win," when the tide throws it on to the beach it seeks.

I doubted whether driftwood has the right to say, "I win," when the tide throws it on to the beach it seeks.

Quand j'arriverai chez nous ce soir, ce sera marée basse. C'est ainsi que je préfère la mer : vaincue, retirée mais hypocrite, laissant une frange de ses trésors à nu et feignant la soumission.

And you shall seek me till you reach The tangled tide advancing, And you shall find upon the beach The traces of my dancing

Never have things of the spirit counted for so little. Never has hatred for everything great been so manifest – disdain for Beauty, execration of literature. I have always tried to live in an ivory tower, but a tide of shit is beating at its walls, threatening to undermine it.

Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.

The town was so dull: one day the tide went out, and it never came back.

Learn to trust your instincts. Only something dead goes with the tide. Only something living can go against it.

I'm on page 12 of 80 of Tyrannosaurus Rex Versus: Waves were never the tide but ripples, spawned by moon-coloured ships of war.

At sea, sometimes, if you take a ship too far from land and the wind rises and the tide sucks with a venomous force and the waves splinter white above the shield-pegs, you have no choice but to go where the gods will.

By noon,the tide had turned. The drakars emblazoned with wolf and dragon joined the fleet of the Hawk as they set sail for the city of the king.

A terrifying spiritual and moral tide of evil has already loosed us from our spiritual moorings. Monstrous new ideas that could easily destroy our freedoms are rushing into the vacuum.

Time and tide and the ravages of sin take their toll on the most noble achievements of man.

It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.

There is anyway a kind of off-color romance to a deserted seaside town in the winter, your heart's opera scored by the sound of the tide crashing over a stony beach, shushing everything as the waves try to make up their mind whether they're leaving or staying. White waves kissing black stones, shushing all around them. Shhh … shhh.

Spiritual high water mark is seldom if ever attained except by a gradual rise in the tide of principle.

Politicians could talk about building walls and changing laws to keep people out, but in the end they were just symbols. Neither would stop the tide any more than the rock jetties at the mouth of the port did. Nothing could stop the tide of hope and desire.

They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to dawn or at the turn of the tide.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. Then, at the rim of my vision, it gathered itself, and in one sweeping tide, rushed me to sleep.

Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair Tangling in the tide's green fall Now fold their wings like bats and disappear Into the attic of the skull.

Trust the tide, Gracie. Trust the tide.

My hometown was so dull that one time the tide went out and never came back.

The world is always dying and always coming back to life. Tide and pulse, and with the turn of the tide a touch of mystery.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.