Quotes About Surface

And we don't often get any wading birds in the River Ankh, mainly because the pollution would eat their legs away and anyway, it's easier for them to walk on the surface.

Occasionally a few bubbles would eructate to the surface like the ghosts of beans on bath night.

Myths have a way of bringing what is unconscious to the surface and putting a face on what we cannot see.

Just because it sparkles doesn't mean it's good.

Maja sighed and cleared away the glasses and plates. "Artists certainly aren't easy people." "No," Eva giggled. "but somebody's got to take the trouble to emphasize the depths of existence. So that the rest of you have a surface to skate over.

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.

Groves, with his eye for sizing up people who could get things done, saw the deep ambition Oppenheimer covered with his surface charm.

Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind.

Color is gradually applied, or layered, dark to light (on a white or light-colored surface), building increasingly complex values, hues and textures. Although every colored pencil type works well with layering, harder pencils have a slight edge over the softer varieties because the points maintain their sharpness longer.

It is never safe to call a church a puppet—no matter how dead, no matter how subservient and temporizing it may appear on the surface. It is called by God's name, it has God's eye upon it, at any moment He may sweep the surface away with the purifying wind of His Spirit. ———

Perceptive observers saw civilization thinned to a mere veneer, with barbarism surging just beneath the surface, straining for release.

There is a rowdy strain in American life, living close to the surface but running very deep. Like an ape behind a mask, it can display itself suddenly with terrifying effect. It is slack-jawed, with leering eyes and loose wet lips, with heavy feet and ponderous cunning hands; now and then, when something tickles it, it guffaws, and when it is made angry it snarls; and it can be aroused much more easily than it can be quieted. Mike

He could see time lying on the world like a sheen, a frozen blur of movement chopped out of context and painted onto the surface of the cold stone like alien shellac.

Reality is as thin as paper, and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.

My tablecloth was missing in action and long, jagged scratches covered the table's surface.The scratches looked suspiciously like letters. I climbed on a chair and looked at it from above. MINE. Oh, that's great. Fantastic. So mature. Perhaps he would pull my pigtails next or stick a tack on my seat.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

I love the fact that there are more and more young people out there who still want to make a flat two-dimensional surface come alive with three dimensional magic.

The dull, hazy light played along the polished blade like water.

One conversation, here on the surface, yet another beneath. The priest and the mage are playing games, the entwining of suspicion with knowledge. Heboric sees a pattern, his plundering of ghostly lives gave him what he needed, and I think he's telling Kulp that the mage himself is closer to that pattern than he might imagine. "Here, wielder of Meanas, take my invisible hand…" Felisin

Love is the underground force that here and there drives springs to the surface of life's quotidian waste.

Owen's eyes, when he turned his face, were guarded. He had no hunger, particularly, but a certain curiosity. Othman could see ideas and desires swimming unseen beneath the surface of Owen's conscious mind. These would have to be brought out.

He wondered whether what he had heard indicated that a city was moving far above him on the surface, and whether the wounding thunder meant that, it had foundered, or collided with another city.

He seemed the epitome of the golden prince, but she could smell a danger in him, something that moved slowly and purposefully beneath the surface of his manner.

Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.