Watery Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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its-wonderment-water-that-makes-it-appealing-thoughts-whats-beneath-surface-out-there-beyond-watery-horizon-fennel-hudson
the-rovers-have-proven-their-value-with-major-discoveries-about-ancient-watery-environments-on-mars-that-might-have-harbored-life-ghassem-asrar
but-none-that-kept-me-from-picturing-what-tsunami-might-look-like-if-it-did-rise-up-roar-toward-my-little-boat-like-some-watery-blue-version-abby-sunderland
spectres-rising-from-underneath-mirrored-in-watery-air-out-burning-manorhouses-they-spread-like-venereal-disease-seth
the-finn-is-most-watery-person-in-europe-here-people-take-baths-that-last-three-four-hours-steep-their-bodies-in-water-right-down-to-their-most-angel-ganivet
there-were-certain-things-in-nemo-just-this-low-hum-ocean-watery-sound-that-was-enough-to-imply-water-as-opposed-to-restating-it-over-over-again
some-people-are-like-a-drug-they-make-you-feel-good-but-they-also-give-you-side-effects-like-heartbreak-watery-eyes-and-stress
england-bound-in-with-triumphant-seawhose-rocky-shore-beats-back-envious-siegeof-watery-neptune-william-shakespeare
death-is-only-launching-into-region-strange-untried-it-is-but-first-salutation-to-possibilities-immense-remote-wild-watery-unshored-herman-melville
when-true-friends-meet-in-adverse-hour-tis-like-sunbeam-through-shower-a-watery-way-instant-seen-the-darkly-closing-clouds-between-walter-scott
we-ate-soup-in-pouring-rain-i-said-i-liked-it-even-though-it-was-bit-too-watery-for-my-taste-then-we-made-love-like-two-rainbows-sizzling-in-pan-like-bacon-jarod-kintz
what-am-i-life-a-thing-watery-salt-held-in-cohesion-by-unresting-cells-which-work-they-know-not-why-which-never-halt-myself-unwitting-where-their-john-masefield
cheats-liars-criminals-may-resist-every-blandishment-while-respectable-gentlemen-have-been-moved-to-appalling-treasons-by-watery-cabbage-in-john-le-carre
lts-neither-by-black-man-its-neither-by-brown-i-got-it-from-sailor-boy-that-ploughs-watery-main-lt-was-him-give-me-stranger-to-wear-with-my-new-lloyd
so-lets-raise-our-glass-to-accident-season-to-river-beneath-us-where-we-sink-our-souls-to-bruises-secrets-to-ghosts-in-ceiling-one-more-drink-for-watery-road-moira-fowleydoyle
i-dip-my-forefinger-in-watery-blood-your-impotent-mad-redeemer-write-over-his-thorntorn-brow-the-true-prince-evil-king-slaves-anton-lavey
right-up-until-late-18th-century-when-first-weighted-lines-were-used-to-probe-ocean-depths-many-people-believed-seas-were-bottomless-watery-equivalent-infinite-outer-space
there-is-fountain-filled-with-blood-drawn-from-immanuels-veins-and-those-plunged-beneath-that-watery-grave-to-drink-his-blood-will-never-be-same-ted-dekker
i-tried-to-raise-my-eyebrows-in-disbelief-but-i-forgot-id-packed-away-my-eyebrows-along-with-all-my-other-winter-clothing-my-iced-coffee-was-watery-warm-with-neglect-jarod-kintz
novels-often-thin-themselves-out-to-watery-hue-some-even-start-that-way-at-times-seem-to-only-ride-along-surface-things-giving-us-what-we-already-know-reporting-news-that-is-just
salad-can-get-bad-rap-people-think-bland-watery-iceberg-lettuce-but-in-fact-salads-are-art-form-from-simplest-rendition-to-colorful-kitchen-sink-approach
stephanie-could-see-greed-seep-into-watery-eyes-her-fathers-other-brother-horrible-little-man-called-fergus-as-he-nodded-sadly-spoke-sombrely-pocketed-silverware-when-he-thought-
soups-challenge-us-because-enticing-flavorful-stew-can-be-as-different-from-thin-watery-beverage-sometimes-erroneously-called-soup-as-genuine-green-louis-pullig-de-gouy
who-says-to-watery-deep-be-dry-i-will-dry-up-your-streams-isaiah-4427
the-skys-inclemency-stirs-up-angry-winds-watery-clouds-are-soaking-with-ceaseless-rain-the-turbulent-vltava-swollen-with-rainy-waves-bursting-impetuous-breaks-through-its-river-b
i-dont-often-wear-mascara-in-real-life-but-on-set-backstage-if-im-crying-even-if-my-eyes-get-watery-i-get-q-tip-i-wet-it-with-few-drops-water-then-i-go-lash-by-lash-clean-it-up
a-watery-bliss-as-busy-as-ice-cream-freezer-on-sunday-getting-hotter-happy-is-honey-eater-the-busy-ocean-otter-floating-alongside-teter-on-sea-full-water-giorge-leedy
bearing-my-watery-fruits-if-fruits-at-all
soup-has-water-value-but-water-doesnt-have-soup-value-thats-like-my-lovereally-watery-but-rather-tasty-jarod-kintz
aquamarine-is-airy-blue-with-dreamy-feel-cool-calming-ethereal-aquamarine-is-shade-with-wet-watery-feel-open-expansive-this-restful-blue-also-leatrice-eiseman
it-was-soldiers-went-marching-over-rocks-still-they-came-in-watery-flocks-because-it-was-spring-birds-had-to-come-no-doubt-that-soldiers-had-to-be-marching-that-drums-had-to-be-r
When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: "it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks." And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it. When I read this letter of Van Gogh's it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about design and balance and getting interesting planes into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest acedemical tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on. But the moment I read Van Gogh's letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it. And Van Gogh's little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.

Brenda Ueland
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The Marquis de V... - whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested - was saying to me with a wicked smile: 'Then again, the master gymnast might break his neck at any moment. What he is doing now is very dangerous, my dear, and the pleasure you take in his performance is the little frisson that danger affords you. Wouldn't it be thrilling, if his sweaty hand failed to grip the bar? The velocity acquired by his rotation about the bar would break his spine quite cleanly, and perhaps a little of the cervical matter might spurt out as far as this! It would be most sensational, and you would have a rare emotion to add to the field of your experience - for you collect emotions, don't you? What a pretty stew of terrors that man in tights stirs up in us! 'Admit that you almost wish that he will fall! Me too. Many others in the auditorium are in the same state of attention and anguish. That is the horrible instinct of a crowd confronted with a spectacle which awakens in it the ideas of lust and death. Those two agreeable companions always travel together! Take it from me that at the very same moment - see, the man is now holding on to the bar by his fingertips alone - at the very same moment, a good number of the women in these boxes are ardently lusting after that man, not so much for his beauty as for the danger he courts.' The voice subtly changed its tone, suddenly becoming more interested. 'You have singularly pale eyes this evening, my dear Freneuse. You ought to give up bromides and take valerian instead. You have a charming and curious soul, but you must take command of its changes. You are too ardently and too obviously covetous, this evening, of the death - or at least the fall - of that man.' I did not reply. The Marquis de V... was quite right. The madness of murder had taken hold of me again; the spectacle had me in its hallucinatory grip. Straitened by a penetrating and delirious anguish, I yearned for that man to fall. There are appalling depths of cruelty within me.

Jean Lorrain
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A loud clang of what sounded like a tray hitting the marble kitchen floor made Bree jump and Gianni go wide eyed with apparent terror. He covered his ears and shook his head. 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' He fell over and covered his head. Bree rushed over to him as he began shrieking fearfully. 'Maaammaaaaaa!' 'Is okay, Gianni. Just a ting falled down, ' Will said patting Gianni's back but Bree noticed her little boy's hand was shaking. 'It's okay, sweetie. Mommy's here. That's okay, ' she crouched down and gathered Gianni into her arms. 'Bang! Mama. It bang!' he wailed into her shoulder, trembling in her arms. 'It was just a loud noise. Cook just dropped something, probably a whole big plate of yucky beets. Isn't that funny?' she said, forcing a laugh. Jesus Christ, how much more violence would her children be forced to endure? Again, Bree felt selfish for bringing her innocent babies into the Dardano world. Gianni looked up at her, picking up on her tone he gave a small watery smile. 'Ucky ee 'Yucky yucky beets, ' Bree repeated bouncing him lightly as her heart returned to its normal rhythm in her chest. Gianni giggled and shuddered against her as the last remnants of his fear dissipated. Bree looked over at Will. 'You okay, sweetie?' Will blinked and looked over at her, wide eyed and his lower lip quivered, but he set his chin like she knew he'd watched Alessandro do and nodded. 'I bwave. I nod scared.' Bree smiled at him and kissed his cheek as she ran her fingers through his hair. 'Wow. That is pretty brave. I know I was scared when I first heard the noise.' 'Really?' Will asked hesitantly. 'Definitely, ' Bree nodded. Gianni echoed the gesture. 'Well, dat's diffen. You's a girl.' 'Oh, is that so?' Bree asked setting Gianni on the blanket next to her. 'So you think 'cause mommy's a girl she's a fraidy cat. Huh? Huh?' she asked poking him. Will curled in on himself and giggled as he tried to avoid her fingers.

E. Jamie
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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off-then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs-commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?-Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster-tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand-miles of them-leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues-north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries-stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.

Herman Melville
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