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.
Foam will always find its way to the shore.
Who falls in the water will hold on to the foam to save himself.
There is the churning and the boiling of the sea, and the foam on top of it and that is what man is, churning and foam together.
I use the Koh Gen Do face cleanser and the foaming face wash. The cleanser takes the makeup off and then the foaming face wash is like a deep cleaner. I use this lotion called Fenix, it has a little bit of SPF in it.
A meringue is really nothing but a foam. And what is a foam after all, but a big collection of bubbles? And what's a bubble? It's basically a very flimsy little latticework of proteins draped with water. We add sugar to this structure, which strength...
Physicists love this number not just because it is dimensionless, but also because it is a combination of three fundamental constants of nature. Why do these constants come together to make the particular number 1/137.036 and not some other number?
The fleeting systems lapse like foam,'" he mumbled what was evidently a quotation. "That's it—foam, and fleeting. All man's toil upon the planet was just so much foam. He domesticated the serviceable animals, destroyed the hostile ones, and cleared...
Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.
Poetry must be as new as foam, and as old as the rock.
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its fo...
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative.
Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.
I am afloat on a sea of foaming joy and delight.
Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.
In literature, you either create a classical or create a foam! There is no in between!
Elizabeth poured the brewskilicious foam over her aforementioned bodalicious huzza-huzzas and Wahwahzoozie." — Bats 2015
