Quotes About Bay

Uzgob: Approachin' target area, Gimzod. Why the zog ain't 'em bomb bay doorz open yet? Gimzod: Beg pardon, boss, but we're 'avin' some trouble down 'ere wiv the payload… Uzgob: Then get the bommbadeer boyz to fix it! Gimzod: Can't do that, boss, seein' as 'ow the payload already ate 'em…

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.

The bay doors embedded on the starboard side of the Doolittle's bow irised open and the Icebreaker launched out of it, accompanied by a dense escort of three dozen fighters.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

The fog wasn't simply the steamy vapors off the bay caught and penned in by hills, but a soft breath of anonymity that shrouded and cushioned the bashful traveler.

I saw a Puffin In the Bay of Baffin Sittin on Nuffin And it was Laffin.

It hits me that this kind of thinking is in alignment with the traditional adaptiveness of the sea nomads: that we should teach ourselves how to live with water, not how to keep it at bay.

The intention of the French was to cruise about the Bay of Biscay looking for British ships to capture or, if they were unable to do that, to prevent the British from doing any thing which they appeared to want to do.

In the Bay Area, there was a resurgence of Dixieland jazz in the '40s - there was the Frisco Jazz Band, and Lu Watters and the Yerba Buena Jazz Band.

When you come to the Bay, we always had this slick talk. E-40 made it real famous. We make up words. We talk real funny. When you hang around a bunch of Bay cats, you're like, 'You guys are funny.' But that's our way.

My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay

westbound lanes of the San Francisco–Oakland Bay Bridge. Two hundred feet above the frigid waters off Yerba Buena Island, the car horns, bangs, and skids of a chain-reaction

Here was another item detailing the wrecking of a vessel in ice and snow off Prince's Bay on Staten Island.

When I lived in Whitstable, Kent, I used a Harvester all the time in Herne Bay and people used to say, 'I didn't expect to see you in here.' Why wouldn't I be in here?

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.…

the difference between presence, which includes everyone in its warm glow, and attitude, which keeps the whole world at bay.

The property adjoined the bay, and when the tide came in it was possible to go kayaking, which some of the residents not yet disabled by their infirmities were happy to do. This is how I would like to live, thought Irina, taking deep breaths of the sweet aroma of pines and laurels.

Hawaii was beautiful of course, we played at Turtle Bay an amazing resort right on the ocean.

It can be said, then, that Everlost is heaven...for the places that deserve a share of forever. Such places are few and far between...The greatest of these stood near Manhattan's southern-most tip: the two gray brothers to the green statue in the bay. The towers had found their heaven...held fast, and held forever by the memories of a mourning world, and by the dignity of the souls who got where they were going on that dark September day.

We are Bay Aryans from Berkeley: prepare to be reengineered in an attractive range of color schemes for your safety and comfort!

Cape Cod is the bared and bended arm of Massachusetts. The shoulder is at Buzzard's Bay; the elbow at Cape Mallebarre; the wrist at Truro; and the sandy fist at Provincetown.

Here Stands A Man. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but he could have sworn the sweet bay was pleased to agree. Its olive-green leaves went wild in the glow of a fat cherry-red sun.

looked about as romantic and welcoming as a tar pit. I later learned that producers of the 1962 Marlon Brando film Mutiny on the Bounty had imported white sand from America so Matavai Bay would match the Hollywood image of a tropical island.

Even before the boat was fully beached, he jumped into the shallow water. "Gates, his bay!" he supposedly shouted as he slogged ashore. Whether or not the tale is true, the bay on the eastern shore of St. George's Island still bears Gates's name.