Quotes About Foam

Dignity, in private men and in governments, has been little else than a stately and stiff perseverance in oppression; and spirit, as it is called, little else than the foam of hard-mouthed insolence.

Haven't slept in so long my memory foam is starting to forget.

I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.

To you Who are the Foam on the sea And not the sea-- What of the jagged rocks, And the waves themselves, And the force of the mounting waters? You are But foam on the sea, You rich ones-- Not the sea.

A barber lathers a man before he shaves him.

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read

We [sea folk] can live to be three hundred years old, but when we perish we turn into mere foam on the sea.

Inside, my spirit is sparkling like foam on the crest of a wave at high tide under a full moon.

To make matters worse, the CEO was wearing a red clown's nose made of foam. It was the UK's Comic Relief Day, a nationwide fund-raiser where everyone wears red clown noses to raise money for charity. The rejection seemed like a bad joke indeed.

Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees Rustle their pale leaves listlessly, Or the drifting foam of a restless sea When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.

Madre de piedra, espuma de los cóndores. Alto arrecife de la aurora humana. Pala perdida en la primera arena.

Long pedal of sea and wine and snow ... with a belt of black and white foam [Description of Chile] Canto General.

Pain is the curl and foam of a wave that does not break.

The rinsed foam swirled into one drain that always clogged come October when the maples dropped Canadian propaganda over everything.

This is the sadness of the sea— waves like words, all broken— a sameness of lifting and falling mood. I lean watching the detail of brittle crest, the delicate imperfect foam, yellow weed one piece like another— There is no hope—if not a coral island slowly forming to wait for birds to drop the seeds will make it habitable

I've been reduced on certain magnificent days... to just drifting on the shoulder, gawking at the transformation of ordinary seawater into beautifully muscled swell, into feathering urgency, into pure energy, impossibly sculpted, ecstatically edged, and finally into violent foam.

In the froth, space doesn't have a definite structure. It has various probabilities for different shapes and curvatures. It might have a 50 percent chance of being in one shape, a 10 percent chance of being in another, and a 40 percent chance of being in a third form. Because any structure is possible inside the singularity, we say the singularity is constructed from probabilistic foam, or quantum foam. Quantum gravity governs the probabilities for the various foam structures.

This three-dimensional froth even produces tunnels and wormlike tubes commonly depicted in embedding diagrams for quantum froth. The connecting bridges in the foam correspond to wormholes between different universes or between different places in the same universe.

I always think of space-time as being the real substance of space, and the galaxies and the stars just like the foam on the ocean.

I got stuck on a problem." Crystal flops onto her back and talks to the ceiling. "Besides, you're the one who wrecked the place with the fire extinguisher." I snatch a towel from the bathroom and swab the carpet, tapping and then pounding the foam.

You're mad, the fallen angel said. Get me some Alka Seltzer and I'll foam at the mouth, too.

I cry. Evil dissolves, and love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me and who shine.

I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prints, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forever.