Quotes About Cabin

O Ocean, you remind me somewhat of the bluish marks one sees on the battered backs of cabin boys.

The cabin was like a production designer's idea of a mountain retreat. All that was missing was an elk's head mounted on the stone fireplace.

The actual cabin fell into disrepair probably before Lincoln became president. According to research by D. T. Pitcaithley, the new cabin, a hoax built in 1894, was leased to two amusement park owners, went to Coney Island, where it got commingled with the birthplace cabin of Jefferson Davis (another hoax), and was finally shrunk to fit inside a marble pantheon in Kentucky, where, reassembled, it still stands.

If only we could be back there right now, a soft rain falling, in the cabin, the woodstove.

I stood too. I didn't want to return to the village. I disliked even more the thought of returning to the small cabin. I was so thankful that it would soon be spring again and I could enjoy more and more of the outdoors.

lived in San Francisco since 2007. Instead, he bought a cabin in rural Truckee,

Sometimes the very best of all summer books is a blank notebook. Get one big enough, and you can practice sketching the lemon slice in your drink or the hot lifeguard on the beach or the vista down the hill from your cabin.

The loneliness of flight is not entirely overwhelmed by cabin movies, the drinks, the Gemütlichkeit of shoulder-to-shoulder life.

first choice had been to rent a cabin in the woods, but that is too much nature. I don't do cabins in the woods because I have seen too many movies about cabins in the woods. If someone wants to murder me, they are going to have to get past reception.

There's a cabin in Oregon I go to, which belonged to my parents. It's never been winterized. It's not a place you want to be after the first of October or before the first of June. I go for about three weeks every summer.

The young woman stood on the deck of the log cabin, looking into the tear-filled eyes of the man she loved. The normal mixture of mischievous charm and boyish confidence was gone. In its place lay emptiness and defeat. All because of her.

Well, I will wear the bees, like Damon and Pythagoras – ho, a mere sixty thousand bees in the cabin don't signify, much.

they made nothing of the administration of the drugs other than the fact that the groans in the cabin stopped; but they did catch some words about delighted to attend the opening of the body, in the event of a contrary result that earned Dr Maturin some brooding glances as the two medical men went over the side, for the Otters loved their captain.

and in the din Stephen cried, 'I insist upon a boat – I protest… Jack took him by the elbow and propelled him with affectionate violence into the cabin. 'My dear sir,' he said, 'I am afraid you must not insist, or protest: it is mutiny, you know, and you would be obliged to be hanged.

Perhaps you would like to come into the cabin,' said Jack, taking Stephen's elbow in an iron grip. 'Your things will be brought aboard directly, never trouble yourself' – Stephen cast a look into the boat and seemed about to break away. 'I shall see to it myself at once, sir,' said the first lieutenant. 'Oh, Mr Simmons,' cried Stephen, 'pray bid them be very tender of my bees.' 'Certainly

Stephen had been bumped into once or twice and had 'By your leave, sir,' and 'Way there – oh parding, sir' roared into his ear often enough, he walked composedly into the cabin, sat on Jack's locker and reflected upon the nature of a community – its reality – its difference from every one of the individuals composing it – communication within it, how effected.

Mr. Hamilton? At your service. I stopped at your cabin for you. I wasn't there.

Made a sketch later on the cabin verandah, but it was impossible to keep up with the changes. Oh the difficulties of mountain art for too little genius.

Just ahead, half hidden among the trees, was a two-story Mission-style cabin, charmingly rusticated and yet of obviously modern construction, with a peeled-log facade and granite fieldstone foundation.

now would be great exercise." But Kennie wasn't listening. She ping-ponged over to the sectional couch with the rust-colored, cabin-in-the-woods pattern, where she fell face down into the nappy cloth. She twitched and wriggled

imagine never leaving North Idaho again. He's got his coffee and he's got his ritual, his work around the cabin, and with the new satellite dish Lydia buys him for his birthday, he's got nine hundred channels and he's got Netflix

I was very lucky to be offered a lovely piece of property to build a career on. I started building a house on it, but it wasn't necessarily a house I would want to live in. So I ripped down that house, and I worked with these great lumberjacks to build a really cool cabin—a place I want to drink whiskey in and hang out until the sun rises.

The horror genre is not my favorite. I think it's fun, there's a great place for it and I get a kick out of it, but some stuff I'm too old for. You can't just take 10 guys and stick them in a cabin and off them one at a time - I'm not vested.

The cabin door swung open and Molly belly-crawled onto the deck until she could see me. Who started shooting at us? Bad guys! I cringed as another round hit the side of the boat and peppered me with wooden splinters. Obviously!