Shore Quotes
Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.
Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.
... swept into the giddy vortex which keeps so many young people revolving aimlessly, till they go down or are cast upon the shore, wrecks of what they might have been
... living out of sight of any shore does rich and powerfully strange things to humans.
How much do I love thee? Go ask the deep sea How many rare gems In its coral caves be; Or ask the broad billows, That ceaselessly roar, How many bright sands Do they kiss on the shore?
I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.
O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, Surely, has not been left vain!
My dream is to one day own a country house on the shore in England, have gotten married, wipe some debt off and get a few more good films.
Knowledge-it excites prejudices to call it science-is advancing as irresistibly, as majestically, as remorselessly as the ocean moves in upon the shore.
As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.
Chiefly the sea-shore has been the point of departure to knowledge, as to commerce. The most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.
I don't wanna die in a nuclear war, I want to sail away to a distant shore, and make like an apeman.
Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.
I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.
What do we call the river? Every moment the water is changing, the shore is changing, every moment the environment is changing, what is the river then? It is the name of this series of changes.
When I go to the shore, I take along the poems of Pablo Neruda. I suppose it's because the poems are simultaneously lush and ripe and kind of lazy, yet throbbing with life - like summer itself.
I am an intelligent river which has reflected successively all the banks before which it has flowed by meditating only on the images offered by those changing shores.
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."
Minds like beds always made up (more stony than a shore) unwilling or unable.
Certainly, my friends and the common narrative is people are trying to shore up their own lives with regards to family planning and reproduction.
God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.Surely, while we live we are not lost.Oh Janos, Janos my brother!Surely we are not lost--while we live.
I sail on the ocean of possibilities with the wind of hope and the current of desires moving me to the shore of uncertainty.
So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.
Let my toes teach the shore how to feel a tranquil lifethrough the wetness of sands Let my heart latch the doorof blackness, as all my pain now blue sky understands
Time is the wave upon the shore. It takes some things away, but it brings other things.
I'm alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world.
I feel a new era coming in, standing on the shore, waiting for it to slowly greet me.
I like to hug you like the waves hug the shore with songs of joy and then in your chest I want to die.
When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!
What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer's bond of loveWailing shore sends memoir to the sky above
But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?
Had I told the seaWhat I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.
True love is the tide that pulls out to sea, but always returns to kiss the shore at sunrise.
I walked along the shore in the morning light, the winds have slept in the arms of dawn after crying all night.
In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.
As the tides of life rise and fall, life is constant, like the waves crashing upon the shore. Persistence is the key in high and low times…
