Quotes About Pier

I think to scandalize is a right, to be scandalized is a pleasure, and those who refuse to be scandalized are moralists.

The wind was picking up off the ocean now and the whole coastal scene had a bleak, abandoned look, as though Maine in November really belonged to the ragged gulls who wheeled over the sun-worn pier, and the humans had just gotten the news and taken a powder.

we came upon the bones of the Venice Pier and the struts, tracks, and ties of the ancient roller-coaster collapsed on the sand and being eaten by the sea.

The claim staked on the world's richest piers by a vast cadre of Irish American longshoremen was akin to a hereditary birthright.

Ohls showed the motor-cycle officer his badge and we went out on the pier, into a loud fish smell which one night's hard rain hadn't even dented.

A pier is a disappointed bridge; yet stare at it for long enough and you can dream it to the other side of the Channel.

The man finally pulled himself from the water onto the pier again. Dazzled, she watched water run in clean rivulets down the muscles of his back and buttocks. He shook himself like a great cheerful animal, diamond droplets flying from him, exhaled a satisfied-sounding, Ahhhh! and then strode off the pier and vanished from her sight.

When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil.

I remember my grandmother taking me and my sisters to the Steel Pier in Atlantic City. We would watch the diving bell and see the diving horse jump into the pool. We would take the bus there, and I just smile thinking about all of us running around the pier on those days.

I called to Ash, still doing small laps and not paying attention. I jumped to my feet, still backing up and pointing in the cluster of peeping eyes under the pier, now bobbing and stirring toward me. Ash finally looked over, silencing his splashes enough to hear the chattering and clipping of claws beside me. He barreled out

Seattle." "I'm at the Pier. My meeting just finished.

What happens is that every August photographers camp out in Hyannis Port. So anytime I go down to the beach, or go to the pier or whatever, there's no avoiding them.

The sensation passed, and after a bit of thought he decided it must have been that the decelerating car had passed momentarily through one g. An image came to him, of running out a long pier, wet uneven boards splashed with silver fish scales; he could even smell the salt fish stink. One g. Funny how the body remembered it.

I take hold of Lulu's hand and she squeezes my hand back and I whisper very softly close to her ear Lulu let's be secret friends and no one will know except us and she whispers back very softly Friends Without Borders and we squeeze our hands hard and that is our promise. And I wonder if I might be in love with Lulu instead of Chris, or maybe I love them both which seems possible on a pier in the Muskaheegee River but nowhere else.

May the great living and echoing unconsciousness which inspires my only conclusive acts in any sense I always believe in, dispose forever of all that is myself. I gladly renounce any possibility of taking back what here, again, I bestow upon it. Once more I want to recognize and rely on it alone and virtually at my leisure wander along its immense piers, staring at some shining dot I know is in my own eye and which saves me all collision with its night fright.

All the confusion that characterized the cargo loading now attended the convergence of 34,000 soldiers on Hampton Roads. Troop trains with blinds drawn rolled through Norfolk and Portsmouth, sometimes finding the proper pier and sometimes not. Many men were exhausted, having traveled all night or even all week.

A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier, gaze at a hippopotamus, buy a flower at the corner, or get a good hamburger or a bad girl at 4 A.M. A city is where sirens make white streaks of sound in the sky and foghorns speak in dark grays. San Francisco is such a city.

If anyone ever asks me about different places, I always say I'd rather be in Howth. Any time I'm home, I just walk the pier and think how lucky I am to be there.

astern of them. They could see the big ships in their piers, and over on the right, the wide mouth of Willow River, with the bridge crossing it.

A life spent at the edge of the pier is a life full of regret, a life full of fear.

I haven't been down to Navy Pier in such a long time. I know that's probably the touristy thing to do, but it just reminds me so much of 2000 when I was here shooting ["Hardball"].

The Thames shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea and was ready to make a run for it.

in to the pier

thought possible a few months earlier. . . . Today, as Korra raced along the pier on the back of her polar bear–dog, Naga, Aang's gaze felt troubled. She knew it was impossible. The statue was mere stone, nothing more, but the city Korra was sworn to protect had been so damaged in the recent attack that she couldn't help imagining Aang's reaction. She was sure it would mirror her own. Korra pulled Naga to a halt in front of Republic