Islands Quotes - Page 11

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.

... and over that side of the island all their sacred men were at work trying to kill me by their (magical) arts. Messengers arrived from every quarter of the island, inquiring anxiously about my health, and wondering if I was not feeling sick.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

These are islands in time - with nothing to date them on the calendar of mankind. In these areas it is as though a person were looking backward into the ages and forward untold years. Here are bits of eternity, which have a preciousness beyond all accounting.

For me when I was growing up, some of the happiest times were when we went to a small island called Nantucket off Massachusetts.

I love giving gifts and I love receiving them. I really like giving little kids extravagant gifts. You see their little faces light up and they get excited. If it's a really good gift, I love receiving it, like jewels, small islands.

I was a small kid from Huntington, Long Island. I never imagined that anything like that would happen to me.

The islands above the falls are covered with foliage as beautiful as can be seen anywhere. Viewed from the mass of rock which overhangs the fall, the scenery was the loveliest I had seen.

Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything.

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

The guy who owned that island was from Oregon and he decided that he wanted to have an Oregon feeling to it, so he planted pine trees all over the place!

Living in a society, instead of on a desert island, does not relieve a man of the responsibility of supporting his own life.

Victoria was just as much in love with me as I was with her. We could not bear to be apart for a single second. We were like two lovers shipwrecked on a desert island. There was no world outside our love.

In our interdependent world, our neighbors are not only on our street, but can be ten thousand miles away on an island in rising seas.

It was a subject [ volcanoes] that was dormant in me for a long time and it popped up 40 years ago when I made a [short] film on the Caribbean island of Guadeloupe about a volcano that was about to explode and a single farmer refused to leave ["La Soufrière"].

All justice is inherently social. Can someone on a desert island be either just or unjust?

The revival of the Right is as extraordinary as it would be if the public had demanded dozens of new nuclear plants in the days after the Three Mile Island disaster; if we had reacted to Watergate by making Richard Nixon a national hero.

An island is a fixed and finite piece of geography, and usually the whole place has been carved up and claimed.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.

Yeah. A feeling. Like the whole point of my life from the alleys in Bangkok to the yachts and private island to coming here like a crazy person trying to fly a helicopter like all of it from birth to here point A to point Z was all some big cosmic trick to get me to meet you. - Sanjit to Lana

"Filipino" is the Spanish side of our history. The islands were named after King Felipe, so we became known as Filipinos. It's a brand, it's a name. But we're Malays. Before colonizers came to our shores, we were Malays. My praxis is about being Malay - the struggle of the Malays before we became Filipinos.

The Welsh are not like any other people in Britain, and they know how separate they are. They are the Celts, the tough little wine-dark race who were the original possessors of the island, who never mixed with the invaders coming later from the east, but were slowly driven into the western mountains.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.

I'd rather have a search engine or a compiler on a deserted island than a game.

A lot of Pacific island nations are sinking below sea level; they could easily transition slowly into becoming floating nations.