Thoughts as warm as a silky summer rain, flowing over the edge of my soul's gentle. not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.
And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad selves, Is small and solitary as one grass-blade Passed over by the wind Amongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.
Every good story needs a good, bad and lost soul. A people to fight for, an item to turn the tide of battle, an enigmatic character, a motivator/mentor, and an unlikely reluctant hero.
Up the coast a few miles north, in a lava reef under the cliffs, there are a lot of rock pools. You can visit them when the tide is out. Each pool is separate and different, and you can, if you are fanciful, give them names, such as George, Charlotte...
Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.
A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told
The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.
I hate myself pretty often" .She tilted her face back on the pillow, damning tears and attempting so smile at the same time. "Pretty fucking often
The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.
Maybe if the right person floats into your life, you have to jump in with both feet and try to make it work before the tide turns.
I wish to be washed clean of my old life. To let go of my tide of sorrows and find my way to a new shore.
The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d left unsaid driving us apart.
There were tears on his cheeks, dripping down onto his chafed hands. He knew the answer to that question, knife-sharp and driven deep, and the answer was…recognition.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
One who swims with the tide and not the other side will benefit from the opportunity that flows.
It was as if some great ocean of destruction had rolled its unyielding tide through the city and then, upon its terrible recession, left behind only a shoreline of concrete sand and crushed humanity.
You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.
These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.
She had a grocer's faith in books; they can be handed out like Green Stamps and were redeemable for a variety of useful gifts.
In every southerner, beneath the veneer of clichés lies a much deeper motherlode of cliché. But even cliché is overlaid with enormous power when a child is involved.
Never did an eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.
