When you become a
When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you Gail Carson Levine
Shore
And when she dreams,
And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore. Gabrielle Zevin
If you lie down
If you lie down in a village square hoping to capture a sea gull, you could stay there your whole life without succeeding. But a hundred miles from shore it’s different. Sea gulls have a highly developed instinct for self-preservation on land but at sea they’re very cocky. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Together they had overcome
Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them … Read more
Nixon is the kind
Nixon is the kind of guy who, if you were drowning twenty feet from shore, would throw you a fifteen-foot rope. Eugene McCarthy
I feel I must
I feel I must fight for [my music], because I want women to turn their minds to big and difficult jobs; not just to go on hugging the shore, afraid to put out to sea. Ethel Smyth
I really enjoy sailing
I really enjoy sailing on Lake Geneva because I can just look at the shore and see my wife having a barbecue with the kids. Ernesto Bertarelli
It’s remarkable how quickly
It’s remarkable how quickly a good and favorable wind can sweep away the maddening frustrations of shore living. Ernest K. Gann
I buried her on
I buried her on the shore, he whispered as Fireheart padded up and sat down beside him. She loved the river. He raised his head to where the first stars of Silverpelt were beginning to appear. She hunts with StarClan now, he mewed softly. Someday I’ll find her again, and we’ll be together. Erin Hunter
Beneath the stars the
Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre, Stead wrote, but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet’s dream, silent as a city of the dead. Erik Larson