Quotes About Bay

Fear is the bodily gnosis which reinforces any emotional and cognitive patterns which serve us to hold change at bay.

I love the Bay. I was there for four years.

I had eight years of a career before I even saw any fame outside of the Bay. I was famous in the Bay for eight years before that.

This is the biggest misconception about the Bay - people think that we're L.A... Very different stuff. L.A. has its swag.

I grew up on the Eastern Shore with the Chesapeake Bay as my backyard - name a job out on the water, and I've probably had it.

When I kayak in Cardigan Bay, in Wales, what I hope to find above all else is dolphins. Sometimes I do, and these days are the waymarks of my life.

And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

looking across the bay toward Staten Island.

Yes," said Miss Marple. "The children of Lucifer are often beautiful—And as we know, they flourish like the green bay tree.

Inshore, across the pellucid jade-green waters of the bay, gently ruffled by the north-easterly breeze that was sweetly tempering the torrid heat of the sun, rose the ramage of masts and spars of the shipping riding there at anchor.

the hope that this activity would keep at bay the existential pain of our brief sublunary transit from birth to death.

God took the beauty of the Bay of Naples, the Valley of the Nile, the Swiss Alps, the Hudson River Valley, rolled them into one and made San Francisco Bay.

Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.

Beyond the towers of Antigen Bay, the other floating cities of the Moveable Feast mingled in sunset glamor.

If California ever becomes a prosperous country, this bay [San Francisco] will be the center of its prosperity.

If California ever becomes a prosperous country, this bay will be the centre of its prosperity.

Fish gathered to look at us - a school of baracudas, some curious marines. SCRAM! I told them. They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intencions. They were about to star rumors flighing around the sea about the son of poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay.

She could hear again the ripple of water, the flapping sail. She could see the glint of the moon upon the bay, and could feel the soft, gusty beating of the hot south wind. A subtle current of desire passed through her body, weakening her hold upon the brushes and making her eyes burn.

city's anthem, "I Left My Heart in San Francisco," was written in 1954 by two gay lovers who were pining for "the city by the bay" after moving to Brooklyn Heights.

Two o'clock found us sitting in Julian's office high atop Sarasota's only true skyscraper—One Sarasota Place. The office was impressive—an elaborate desk, expensive furniture and carpet, subdued lighting, fancy media wall. Normally, I enjoyed the panoramic view of the bay, the Keys, the Gulf. That day, I could have cared less.

Because time does not object to passing - not even in the strangest and most unfamiliar situations - time passed for Alma in Matavai Bay. Slowly, haltingly, she began to comprehend her new world.

Oh, to come home to your country After long years away, To see the tall shining towers Rise over the rim of the bay, To feel the west wind steadily blowing And the sunshine golden and hot, To speak to each man as an equal, Whether he is or not.

Nope." I hung up, bought an iced tea from a sausage grill, then stared at the bay. The water was clean and blue, and Catalina was in sharp relief twenty-six miles away. A young woman in short-shorts and a metallic blue bikini top Rollerbladed past on the bicycle path. I followed her motion but did not see her. The detective in thoughtful mode. I

Il sole del pomeriggio batteva senza sosta la superficie del mare, e tutta la baia er a un'unica, stupenda distesa di fulgore. All'orizzonte campeggiavano alcune nuvole estive, ferme nel silenzio, immergendo parzialmente in acqua le forme sontuose, funeree, profetiche. I muscoli delle nuvole erano pallidi come alabastro.